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Damn, I was 17 from the LB
cll I did is play guitar and try sell tree
Made a little money here and there but not enough to pay the rent
I would post on the couch pretend to be a pimp
With the money spent on papers and Kushle Berries to vapor
We were staying up partying and keeping up all the neighbors
Woke up, stood up,fell to the floor,
King of the Belmont shore
Truman show tell me how will it end
Either laying in the dirt or headbanging in the Benz
I'll abandon all my common sense again
From High School drop out
To foreign with the top down
Only thing on the schedule today
Is fucking around and rock out
You're just bitter cause you lost out
Cuz your not pourin bubbles on the rooftop
Turnin up while the sun drops
Pretty faces gettin half naked
(You Smile but you fake it)
Ya I know you hate it
Cause we made it, made it, made it
Cause we made it, made it, made it
Cause we...
The spirit a maverick,
c rebel to the fascist,
Never slowing til' they throwin roses in the casket.
cnd this aggression ain't passive it's active
Can't talk shit if I took my own rep and trashed it
Took the beat, thrashed it, now all the homies blast it,
If this dream was liquor id drink the bottle and Id smash it,
Swingin till the last hit, that's it.
From High School drop out
To foreign with the top down
Only thing on the schedule today
Is fucking around and rock out
You're just bitter cause you lost out
Cuz your not pourin bubbles on the rooftop
Turnin up while the sun drops
Pretty faces gettin half naked
(You Smile but you fake it)
Ya I know you hate it
Cause we made it, made it, made it
Cause we made it, made it, made it
Pourin bubbles on the rooftop
Turnin up while the sun drops