WE'RE TOO BUSY SAYING YEA ABOUT DRINKING STRAIGHT OUT THE EIGHT BOTTLE, DO I LOOK LIKE A MOTHERFUCKING ROLE MODEL? TO A KID LOOKING UP TO ME, LIFE AIN'T NOTHING BUT BITCHES AND MONEY
CAUSE I'M THE TYPE OF NIGGA THAT'S BUILT TO LAST YOU FUCK WITH ME, I'LL PUT MY FOOT IN YOUR ASS
ONE MORE TIME AROUND MIGHT DO IT ONE MO' TIME AROUND MIGHT MAKE IT ONE MO TIME AROUND MIGHT DO IT ONE MO TIME AROUND MIGHT MAKE IT THE DAY I TRIIIIIIED TO LIIIIIIIIIVE YEEEEEEEEEEAA
NOW THE COPS GOT TANKS CAUSE THE KIDS GOT GUNS SHRINKS PUSHING PILLS ON EVERYONE CANCER FROM THE OCEAN, CANCER FROM THE SUN STRAIGHT TO HELL WE GO....
LISTEN UP MAN, I'LL TELL YOU WHO I AM JUST ANOTHER STUPID AMERICAN YOU DON'T WANT TO LISTEN, YOU DON'T WANT TO UNDERSTAND SO FINISH UP YOUR DRINK AND GO HOME
JONESIN FOR A HIT AND YOU LOOKIN FOR MORE DONE STOLE AN ALPINE OUT OF EAZY'S 6-4 YA NEED YA ASS WHOOPED CAUSE ITS OUTTA THIS EARTH CAN'T GET A 10-PIECE NEED A DOLLAR FIFTY WORTH KNUCKLEHEAD NIGGA, YEA YOU TURNED INTO A CROOK BUT SWEAR UP AND DOWN BOY THAT YOU AIN'T HOOKED
YOU'RE COMING DOWN BADLY, YOU'RE CRIPPLED INSIDE A RAT IN YOUR SEWER, YOU'VE NO PLACE TO HIDE A GUT WRENCHING FEVER, ADDICTED TO DEATH YOU DON'T GIVE A FUCK, IF IT MEANS YOUR LAST BREATH
YOU TRY SO HARD TO QUIT, BUT YOU'LL NEVER ADMIT YOU'RE THE JUNKIE
I CAN'T GET WITH THE TIMES CAN'T SPOUT THE PARTY LINE DON'T KNOW WHAT THE SCENE'S ABOUT DON'T TELL ME TO "MELLOW OUT"
DON'T GOT NO GOATEE NO FUCKING SAFETY PIN NO I AIN'T NO JUNKIE DON'T GOT NO HEROIN DON'T GOT NO STYLISH NOTION DON'T WANNA LIVE BY THE OCEAN JUST WANNA BE MYSELF
PARANOID AS FUCK SECURITY IN TOW IS HE REALLY TRAILING ME AND DOES HE REALLY KNOW OF MY LITTLE SECRET MY PRIDE AND HIS SHAME THIS IS SO EXCITING ITS LIKE A FUCKING GAME IM ALMOST TO THE COUNTER WILL I MAKE IT TO THE DOOR WILL I GET AWAY LIKE A MILLION TIMES BEFORE OR WILL I BE CAUGHT JAILED BANNED FROM THE STORE LIKE IF THE PRODUCT I'VE SELECTED SLIPS AND CRASHES TO THE FLOOR
WELL I HATE MY WRITING, IT'S ALL THE SAME WHEN IT DRIPS LIKE POSTURE, MY HEAD JUST HANGS AND I HATE MYSELF MAN, BUT WHO'S TO BLAME? I GUESS I'M JUST SEE-THROUGH, WINDOW PANES.