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Uh, waiter bring another round please
Bring that mother fucker back
A couple more, they like it all please
Cause y'all know how to act
And I don't give a fuck, can I live?
Cause we be doin' too much shit
Just a couple of kids from eastside of the 2-1-6
Bummin' a dollar and a dream real shit
Every day I wake up, higher than the night before
Blackin' out every night on tour
5 a.m we jump into the pool in our drawers
'Til the cops come. Run, run, fuck the law
And I was born to be wild
Sex, rock and roll and weed piles
Runnin' from the oldest seniles
Follow in my steps, then you walkin' a green mile
Trees in my pockets like my denims a greenhouse
Lead my team town?
Tell me what's my age again?
How many hours 'til I rage again?
This is the story of a young boy and the page we in
Say that he off chasin' fame again
And there he goes almost famous bitch
The bittersweet between my teeth
Tryin' to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeeaah
Uh, half naked and almost famous
Wild nights and all those places
I be, half naked and almost famous
And when I get up I ain't changin'
Tell the world lace up
Kells
Yea, come rage with the Machine bitch
E.S.T the team bitch.
Never got a college degree
Too busy raisin' hell like it was friday the 13th bitch
Fuck clothes and fuck hoes
Hundred dollars worth of munchies, truckloads
Eighty-nine cent slushy in the cuphold
Don't know where I'm goin', but we gone what's home?
Maybe I'll just mapquest my dream
And it'll say the address was me
So what I really wanted all alongs been camouflaged by deed?
I'm not a pro, I just dogged the lead?
California dreams
Where we sittin up under the Cleveland weather and
Wishin' for heat, I guess I need to see the leather man?