[Verse 1] Ah ha, ham and eggs for breakfast, check it off my checklist Write a song, about another seven on my set list Xanny bars and Netflix, candy corn and sexin' In the morning, put a breath mint in the stinky bitch's mouth 5'4" type booty keep the slinky bitches out Hand you' pictures out, feel em up, fill up a cup Hand me the loud, weed, I'm gonna need another gram in an hour That's why they call me Sa-a-wa-a-a-ammy Lachowder Ha, that's my own damn name And you listen, now I'll beat you at your own damn game Take a puff of the spliff and if you kill it you feel it Take a-take a little bit of the pill and feel it in minutes, oww! Drugs, cigarillo residue on carpets and rugs That's how I end up on the mountain top and start from the mud Yeah, you can get a pound of bud but you gotta start with a nug, ha
[Verse 2] The song we all sang Karaoke jammin' to All The Small Things Took a xanny, I forget just how I missed my chance I still miss you like I miss this band You used to tell me I'm a party boy, huh? I sorta am And now you're getting mad because I'll text you at 4 A.M Now I miss the days when we fucked in your orange van You knew exactly what to do when it came to a horny Sam, damn And I think not many do I drink the Henny, listen to Blink-182 Think before I do, don't link wit' any crew And nothing can replace the things you let me do I miss you, I miss you, last time I kissed you We were just little kids just doing whatever kids do But don't bring the past around girl And don't make me bring the nasty out girl
[Verse 3] Cause I'll gas you out, girl Make me have to bring the caskets out, girl Slumber party, I'll put a mattress down for you Baby, don't make me bring the nasty out, girl, ayy Hit the party just to lick the party And now we Come to parties just to run the party Call me scumbag Sammy, I'll come, baggy pajamies Round, round, round fatty going down town, daddy Border, prolly busy pushing Becky in the V (V) I'm not making sense but shit, it's catchy on a beat (beat) She said she wanted me, she said she'd let me get in deep It's getting messy, she address it, kind of sketchy, I agree
[Verse 4] I'm a skinny 5'10" motherfucker If you didn't know me, you would think I was a sucker or sumthin' I'm slow ridin' though Seattle, Buick, fuck it I'm bumpin' You hear that "clunker, clunker," that means the juggler jumpin' Now last night I fell asleep with a slut, and I admit it Great tits, big butt, personality sucked I woke up like "Eww!" when reality struck Like, fuck, I've been chillin' in Seattle too much I got my Burberry pajamas on (swoop) This goes out to brunettes who want a blonde: I want your pajamas off My hair is kinda shaggy, one might say it's pothead long And my rap sheet stretchin' on and on and on Brrummpa-bum-bum, stole the jumpa jump jump From producers that I used to get the skunkadunk from
[Verse 5] My weed's legal, my pocket's empty, my sign's a Libra Your hair's black, your jeans fit and I'm dying to meet ya Maybe if I rap sorta like this, would you run and make your momma's momma order my shit? (Enough of that) Ever since I was a little liquor-high vagabond, I was like dust in the wind Hanging on a dream for dear life, here right now, in the middle of a drugged out house, wow Can't believe I bought another ounce, how? Look how my future is turning out, ouch Stuck up on the days on the couch, lounging Still didn't know how to pronounce, the chowder Pick a beat up and I'm rapping to it Front of a million people in the back of the Buick I'm a real ass dude, I just happen to be All that matters to you is all that matters to me, uh We could talk about a birth sign, hella rare steak with dessert wine See you on the side of my ride with my third eye making Part 5 feel like it's the first time, ha
[Outro] Niiice Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh [?] better than thisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
