[Intro] Hello again I'm hella hungry though dude, let's finish this shit quick Alright, I'ma start rapping
[Verse 1: Sam Lachow, Sam Lachow & Ariana DeBoo] So I typed a text to twenty girls in my cell But I forgot they could see it was sent to everyone else Not too good with technology, you can obviously tell Got me leaning on a whole other spell Blame the four dollar wells Happy hour, I'm happy now, I got Jack and sour A bag of powder and half an hour, we're back in Ballard Sam Lachowder always having a fit, gettin' ripped We'll network and now my manager's pissed, uh Flowtastic, I'm hoping I don't panic My bros, they know Sammy The hoes think I'm romantic (aww) Broke rappers, with slow jabs I'll beat 'em up But my fans hoping soon I'ma speed it up
[Verse 2: Sam Lachow] Careful buddy, you pay for pussy, I pay for nothing I pay for product, you pay the piper, I pay for profit See I make something out of nothing you dumb-dumb A laptop trumpet then a drum, a-rrrumpa-bum-bum-bum Bum, bum, been down for my people Better keep my tab open, 'nother round of tequila From the ground, til' they need a lick of brown, green roofie You prefer to use a needle, I prefer to use a rubber Prefer to roll a [?] and you prefer to use a bumper I'ma bang her, I'ma thump her, I'ma bang her, I'ma hump her I'm a hell of a mess, I'll send regrettable texts She tell the address, I'll probably have regrettable sex
[Verse 3: Sam Lachow, Ariana DeBoo] See I just saw the little homies at the park (at the park) Looking for some shelter from the rain, it's getting dark (it's getting dark) See they don't hide it from police 'cause now it's legal in these streets So they're just tryna find a place where they can spark (spark) And now I'm smiling, reminiscing 'bout the start Lookin' for a spot to blow a blunt, who's got the car? See, this was back before me and my homies had apartments Hit the Taco Bell on 10th, I'm fucking starvin' I was in the Caddie blowing fatties with my hands in the air Skinny cool little stoner, I'll find a bum on the corner I'll give him 30 bucks to get the cheapest shit in the store The liquor's just for the bitches and this is all we'll afford Back when Skylar used to bring the Henney Black to the fun Back when Rotoro's mom made him the bomb sack lunch Now I'm looking at these kids and all they have is their crew I can't judge ya, I was just like you
[Verse 4: Sam Lachow] But now I hit the gas pedal The last letter of the alphabet, double-O, M Zoom past all the last place haters, burst bubbles, earn paper (ah) Burn vapor (ah) (When will you learn hater?) I don't miss you, remember? You miss me I'm lying to ladies, tell 'em "I'm busy" and 6'2," on Tinder Now listen, Jennifer I'm about to take a super dab Hopped out the shower to the party in an Uber cab You play checkers homie, we play chess I'm feeling old 'cause I used to masturbate to VHS I'm drinking beer, eatin' pop rocks, clear of the cop goggs Seattle like a Subaru, hippie like a hula hoop Sugar coated candy Bitch I ain't sweet, I'm Sammy sour Huckleberry I'm a blickety-boss and you're a clickety-cluck That's your lickety-loss, don't give a flickety-fuck, but
[Verse 5: Sam Lachow, Sam Lachow & Ariana DeBoo] I could be that good guy in your life, but I'm a guy and I might Get up and fly in the night (prolly) But, she kinda cool and if she got cool joints, I might (uh) Talk to her in my Ja Rule voice I could feed the pussy up, eat the pussy up, beat it blue-black, Back to back episodes of Orange Is The New Black, uh Always assumed you'd be a one done thing It's hella crazy how long one month seems And now I'm rhymin' 'bout ya We're both damaged; you started out as a fan, and I started out as the man and we started out with some baggage Take you out to Bumbershoot, have a hell of a weekend (yeah) Some vodka in an Aquafina bottle and sneak in (c'mon) I got a lot of girlfriends and shit, but if they hear this, I'll never hear the end of it But baby, we could have could have a future even though we got some history I'ma fuck you like I hate you if you lick me like you miss me, uh
[Verse 6: Sam Lachow, Sam Lachow & Ariana DeBoo] You see the fans follow, you see the girls swallow I did it all without ever rhyming bottle with model Or college with knowledge Or Bacardi with party At least I hope not, you won't find those, partner And back that in, used to get that in And you would bring ten girls and I would bring ten friends Teach game to the rappers and backpackers Show-show 'em how to move in a room full of crack-addicts, uh Well I don't want to let my manager down Shit, of course I want my fam to be proud I kinda, kinda, kinda, kinda like the way the chips are landing right now My real fans, they know the real Sam Lachow, uh At this point, my only chance to be better is take off the beer goggles if I get to sleep ever Easy money, cheap cheddar, I peaked at Part 2 Or is there any hope that Part 3 will be better, uh
[Outro] Ha ha ha ha 80 Bars Part 3 [?] good one! Alright, cutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
