I only act an asshole Why don't ya'll stay in Let the man I can't tell what town is But I know bill was a counterfeit Hye bartender, a top jar Gotta about where to dump this cop car I'm too slick, so fuck your I'm coolin in the corner my custom pool stick My grandad must've played the When I bleed you can hear my snap All around the world, its the bar Wishin that the jukebox had some to state, I chase fate But my stereo ate all my tapes So babydoll, you better straighten up the Or you ain't gonna it with me All the way to Rouge Call her mama, she the milk pour On 94', too high to the billboard Got a at the Best Western The guy at the desk looks like Les Nessman now, not a sound Shut the door, and lay your down Ya'll run around and figure out what its all While I try to find a for this cotton mouth I track of the miles I run But the flask, say Southside, son Took a sip the hole of my ski mask till we get to the Burbs for the cheap gas Speed pass, Millenium 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 floss inside of the glove box Radio on the classic rock With the mirrorball, From New York style Double parked outside of the house The got a big ol butt My breath fog all the up a break from the rotten grapevines Fill the tank and spank the state lines Never make mountain move, naw you're bound to lose But I knew that I could on you rounds on you (Is that true?) Wash my sins off in the Caught this fish now, the flame I only claim whats in my my crown and that's my name Gotta wait till they the price Before you catch a But we can spend the night with the dashboard light (Is right?) I'm just if its all a game, you can hang your pain In the of fame Don't make me explain, that's my crown and thats my
The pick pockets me Ali Baba I'm here to sell you some magic You might know me as and Malcom's father Rest in peace Eyedea and Sally Its that ya'll