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The good times can be a trap
Oh yeah Ha ha ha
Oh hell naw Yeah, yeah
Not here Stück scheiße
Check myself into rehab Yeah
Yeah, um... I might die before I detox
You piece of shit
Now that's a bar
I'm gonna save that one for a little bit You piece of shit
Now let me come with- with somethin' else, you feel me Here we go

Verse 1
Yeah, yeah It's Air Jordan on my flip-flops Woo
And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop K-ch, blaow
I might die before I detox
This ain't high-school, no little Asian I can cheat off Mimimimimimimimi
We keep chiefin' while police watch Woo
Loss in vibration sirens blowin' up the weed spot Ha, yeah
And Heisman hopefuls all growin' up to be cops
Chasin' after gangsters but they never find the G spot Ohh
I'm recordin' like I'll die tomorrow Die
At the rate I'm gettin' high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow Find
But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow Oh my God
As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow Oh my God
She'll be smilin' by tomorrow
Everythin' will be so fine tomorrow Yeah
Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow
Come say hi to Morrow Hello

Interlude
Well I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Well I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Here I am
Oh... I know you see me
Here I am
Yeah... and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit but here I am

Verse 2
I'm the only suicidal motherfucker wit' a smile on Ching
Let's hold hands and sing the Bible, that's a violent psalm
The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along
Everybody grab a fuckin' number, this a dieathon Mimimimimi
Kill me Oh, I'm the bomb Hell yeah
Literally back away, I'm the bomb Ka-plow
Let me get my lion on Growl
Yeah, okay
85 grand get you a heavy ass wrist Bling
They ain't killin', they just yellin', that's it Ahhh
A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff Uhh
On the phone probably yellin' at Rich Come on man
Say, double the money Double the money, please, double the money Double the money
Triple the problems, double the money
They was all laughin', wasn't that funny Hahahaha
I started fucking with drugs and now I'm a junkie
The U-S of A, I fuck with my country Oh
But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie Oh, oh
I'm thinking till my brain pops
Spittin' is a cakewalk Whoa
I'm just a rapper, guess I'm sticking to my day job Woo
Wiz gettin' faded, come and kick it at a bakeshop
Everythin' is A-1, steak sauce Hahaha

Outro
Ohh, thank God
Goddamnit Thank God
Thank God
Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit
Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit