I only act an asshole Why don't ya'll in back Let the man I can't what town this is But I know that bill was a Hye bartender, a top jar Gotta think about where to dump cop car I'm too slick, so your bullshit I'm coolin in the corner my custom pool stick My grandad must've played the I bleed you can hear my heartbeat snap All the world, its the same bar Wishin that the had some Gangstarr to state, I chase fate But my ate all my favorite tapes So babydoll, you better straighten up the Or you ain't gonna make it me All the way to Rouge her mama, she make the milk pour On 94', too high to the billboard Got a room at the Western The guy at the desk looks like Les Nessman Hush now, not a Shut the door, and lay your towel Ya'll run around and figure out what its all While I try to a cure for this cotton mouth I keep track of the I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip through the hole of my ski Roll we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas Speed pass, Dodo I got my own lane, I don't wait for the So order up another of oysters You so much, you makin my voice hurt Dental inside of the glove box Radio on the classic rock With the mirrorball, Escape New York style parked outside of the court house The got a big ol butt My fog all the windows up Take a from the rotten grapevines Fill the tank and spank the state lines Never make this mountain move, naw you're to lose But I that I could count on you Next on you (Is that true?) my sins off in the rain Caught this fish now, the flame I only whats in my veins my crown and that's my name Gotta wait till they the price Before you a life But we can spend half the night with the light (Is right?) I'm sayin if its all a game, you can hang your pain In the of fame Don't make me explain, that's my and thats my name
The pick pockets call me Ali I'm here to you some magic water You might me as Jacob and Malcom's father in peace Eyedea and Sally Slaughter Its like ya'll