[Verse 1] At the bar in my jeans, and a shirt I copped from Target Talkin to some pretty ladies. Said their blouses from the forest I said great--- I don't make clothes, but I could probably make those Unravel simple stitches when I cut my fucking BEAT LOW No tops, no ceilings, outside, old buildings Lookin' like an indie picture that they made for the kids But this kid- ain't having it, cause roofs have advantages I really ain't a fan of all this rain in my drink SO DUMP IT OUT And grab a fresh jawn- then on to the next one My cup runneth over; I am feeling upper eschelon Mistakes have been made, and my attitude is shitty But that's not reason enough to have this party turn pity So we ohhing 'til the sunrise. Loose ends untied Hands stay dumb high, sippin' on that mumbai Gin and tonics grease the wheels. Lemon, lime; the rhines are peeled We're monsters in the city so let's run this town like Cloverfield
[Hook] Raise the roof, love the chase Let it burn with every taste Sippin' hard until it's easy And you're feening for the bass Light's on cut em' off We don't need them shits at all We are blind to all their facts But we are happy where we are like We are happy where we are
[Verse 2] Robots can't drink but I know that I can Even on a double dose of Zicam Ditch that riff raff Antibodies, opiates and arms traded Like my veins were Tai-Pan This the part of the night where I black out 2 sheets to the wind need a snack now No sheetz no wawa- only rofo in this town Stop playing- Jerry Stackhouse I got my vices, they got their ices And they booby trapped-- all the nice shit So take a knee man-- and drink a smirnoff It's not my cup of tea-- so I veer off I'm on my way now, vision quest style Headphones, and my battery has full power Fuck a cab, cause the music drives me--- Sober ride time cause my mind got high beamed The Gatorade soothes me, but I'm choosy Original colors, cause the others never wooed me No problem, I'm on that fruit punch Can't bully me, I never lose lunch In other words I rarely vomit The frequency is that of the Haley Comet Unless I'm on the mic than it's fairly common Ipecac to the stomach like I'm purging Ramen
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Verse 3: Then the sun comes back, and my lungs are full of air again Recall the night's events, hope I wasn't acting arrogant But I probably was I was sippin' on the seraphin Purchased by some bougeoise broads who thought I was a terrapin Goddamn I'm a turtle with a hard shell Stubborn as a used car dealer with his hard sell But I ain't buying it, I can still retire this Put the bottle down, pick it up and get high againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
