Um

I'm the type to get freaky at an

afternoon function (what the fuck?)

Drink a little too much

Say some dumb shit that I know I'll regret (true)

Didn't pay the bill, now my ass is in debt (shit)

Money in a mattress, so yeah, you can't snatch this

But, every now and then, I blow it on some acid, it's

Bleach-blond baby like JT

But seein' a wifey

I got bills to pay, mouths to feed, cost a fee, shit

That's a lot, you see

So on the count of three, don't want N-O-P

But, go one, two, three

'Cause I feel your pressure from afar

Tell 'em all, "Hush now, don't talk"

All I really want is pleasure, but no scars

Is that easy for you? My sound

'Cause I know my head hurt, don't stop (Please stop)

Gotta keep 'em guessin', don't flop