Uh, waiter bring another round please. Bring that mother fucker back. A couple more, they like it all please. Cuz y'all know how to act. And I don't give a fuck, can I live? Cuz we be doin' too much shit, just a couple of kids from eastside of the 2-1-6 bummin' a dollar and a dream real shit every day I wake, higher than the night before blackin' out every night on tour 5 a.m we jump into the pool with our drawers 'til the cops come. Run, run, fuck the law. And I was born to be wild, sex, rock and roll and weed piles runnin' from the oldest seniles. Follow in my steps, then you walkin' a green mile Trees in my pockets like my denims a greenhouse. Lead my team town? Tell me what's my age again? how many hours 'til I rage again? This is the story of a young boy and the page we in say that he off chasin' fame again, and there he goes...almost...famous bitch.
[Chorus:] The bittersweet between my teeth tryin' to find the in-betweens fall back in love eventually yeeaahhhhhh.
Uh, half naked and almost famous. Wild nights and all those places. I be, half naked and almost famous. And when I get up I ain't changin', tell the world lace up. Yea, come rage with the Machine bitch. E.S.T the team bitch. Never got a college degree, too busy raisin' hell like it was friday the 13th bitch. Fuck clothes and fuck hoes Hundred dollars worth of munchies, truckloads. Eighty-nine cent slushy in the cuphold, don't know where I'm goin', but we gone...what's home? Maybe I'll just mapquest my dream, and it'll say the address was me. So what I really wanted all alongs been camouflaged by deed? I'm not a pro, I just dogged the lead? California dreams, where we sick of boring cleveland weather man wishin' for heat, I guess I need to see the leather man? Uh, I just wanna be young forever man Roll the peter pan, light it up and went to Neverland. Mother fucker I'm gone.
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