Lyrics
(Three four)
Girl you can find me breaking up prescription drugs on Egyptian rugs
I'm too blazed to be depicted thugs, with blunts like "Huh?"
My ziplocs they used to be in tip top form, like my hip-hop
Then one morning police swarmed the dorm
I was warned, but didn't listen
Ignored my inhibitions
Was snorin' but they had warrants
So now my parents bitchin'
And no tuition because of my drug addiction
Oh, are you lyin'?
Nah, bitches, it's non-fiction
These blondes and brunettes
Goddamn ruthless
My wallet, man it's starvin' and starvin'
It's quite retarded
And the girls, you can't take them out like the garbage
When the dinner costs more than the rent for your apartment
They want diamonds, islands, expensive bottles
I'm like "How about the dollar menu at McDonalds?"
But no girls is on they knees for fries and double cheese
So jeez, at least my right hand will fuck me for free
What's it all about?
If you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels
Still I'm alright
Just as long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
And if you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels
Nonetheless I'm alright
Cause as long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
Still I'm unequivocally ill, with no deal
Well it's like the girl from the ring, man no bling
Man, I got no ice like summer
My bank account's a bummer
Call my mom's house, baby I don't got my own number
And I ain't stinkin' rich, but at least I don't stank
Fuck irrational skanks at Ocean National Bank
Man I'm broke, but still breaking the Garcia Vega
I be fiendin' White Castle or Sonic like Sega!
Muchos Cannabis, a blunt analyst
Burritos, Fritos, Cheetos, and a sand-a-wich
I got the munchies, the dank's smellin' funky
The chunky blunt's longer than a candle stick
Man, I got herbal shit, Percocet, Vicodin
It's like Heineken after Heineken
I freestyle and rhyme again
Also I'm drunk, I'm trying to find 'shrooms
And this slam pick's starting to look like Heidi Klum
Ohh ye!
If you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels
Still I'm alright
As long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
And if you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels
Still I'm alright
As long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
Well it's 4 A.M., bag with stems
No money, no honey
And this liquor got me feeling crummy
In a secluded room, I'll be getting Buddha
The price tag's going up, so I'll be gettin zooted
I'll be stood studderin' and pukin' shit up
Like the second half of Two Girls One Cup
Oh, lamented exes and pimpin' sluts
Cause I'm drunk like, "Wha- girl, I don't give a fuck!"
I'll be drunk dialin', freestylin'
Laid back, zoned out, rocking closed eye-a-lids
You'll never find Ryan lyin' on the mic
But you might find Ryan high, lyin' on a-
Ohh ye!
If you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels
Still I'm alright
Just as long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
If you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels
Girl you can find me breaking up prescription drugs on Egyptian rugs
I'm too blazed to be depicted thugs, with blunts like "Huh?"
My ziplocs they used to be in tip top form, like my hip-hop
Then one morning police swarmed the dorm
I was warned, but didn't listen
Ignored my inhibitions
Was snorin' but they had warrants
So now my parents bitchin'
And no tuition because of my drug addiction
Oh, are you lyin'?
Nah, bitches, it's non-fiction
These blondes and brunettes
Goddamn ruthless
My wallet, man it's starvin' and starvin'
It's quite retarded
And the girls, you can't take them out like the garbage
When the dinner costs more than the rent for your apartment
They want diamonds, islands, expensive bottles
I'm like "How about the dollar menu at McDonalds?"
But no girls is on they knees for fries and double cheese
So jeez, at least my right hand will fuck me for free
What's it all about?
If you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels
Still I'm alright
Just as long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
And if you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels
Nonetheless I'm alright
Cause as long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
Still I'm unequivocally ill, with no deal
Well it's like the girl from the ring, man no bling
Man, I got no ice like summer
My bank account's a bummer
Call my mom's house, baby I don't got my own number
And I ain't stinkin' rich, but at least I don't stank
Fuck irrational skanks at Ocean National Bank
Man I'm broke, but still breaking the Garcia Vega
I be fiendin' White Castle or Sonic like Sega!
Muchos Cannabis, a blunt analyst
Burritos, Fritos, Cheetos, and a sand-a-wich
I got the munchies, the dank's smellin' funky
The chunky blunt's longer than a candle stick
Man, I got herbal shit, Percocet, Vicodin
It's like Heineken after Heineken
I freestyle and rhyme again
Also I'm drunk, I'm trying to find 'shrooms
And this slam pick's starting to look like Heidi Klum
Ohh ye!
If you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels
Still I'm alright
As long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
And if you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels
Still I'm alright
As long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
Well it's 4 A.M., bag with stems
No money, no honey
And this liquor got me feeling crummy
In a secluded room, I'll be getting Buddha
The price tag's going up, so I'll be gettin zooted
I'll be stood studderin' and pukin' shit up
Like the second half of Two Girls One Cup
Oh, lamented exes and pimpin' sluts
Cause I'm drunk like, "Wha- girl, I don't give a fuck!"
I'll be drunk dialin', freestylin'
Laid back, zoned out, rocking closed eye-a-lids
You'll never find Ryan lyin' on the mic
But you might find Ryan high, lyin' on a-
Ohh ye!
If you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels
Still I'm alright
Just as long as I'm myself it's cool
I'm just trying not to be a tool
If you feel me say
Drugs, girls, money and liquor have got me
Minding my dimes and nickels