[Verse 1: Stann Smith]
Uh, I never asked to be bragged upon
PSP, the back is gone
Chillin' in the attic playin' paddle pong
Holdin' conversations with misfits in foreign language
To you they're lame, but they're the writers of my school paper
Busy doodlin', listenin' to b**hes brew, I do this
On Herbie Hanco*k makin' music, everything's exclusive
Never feuded, tell'em screw it like we up in Houston
Never put my two cent in, because our money's useless
Sellin' sellin' d** because he never fell in love
Rather cop the Lexus and the necklace jet in every club
He'd rather die before he's dragged outside in metal cuffs
So he carries metal, think it's a game? Metal slug
Lookin' out the window for (?) signs
Skippin' lines
Makin' friends
Kickin' rhymes at different times
Doin' work, headphones makin' sure my music work
Man, I love music like the girls love shoes and skirts
Man, I was a new boy when I hit the university
Now they say to me, "New boy, you're a jerk,"
Basepath (?) based on editorials
My music's unimportable
IPod audio, I said
[Hook: Chopped Spongebob and Plankton] 2x
SB: It's not about winning, it's about fun!
P: What's that?
SB: Fun is when...
Fun is...
It's like, it's like, it's, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like...
[Verse 2: Stann Smith]
Brought to you courtesy of blood, water, tears, and milk
Long trips (?), black Benz, dancin' hills
Everything you hear 'bout my music's my reflection
Of consumers, my objective (?) tunes is my subjective, uh
Now who is who gang'll get you, John, Wu-Tang
Or you could get your mom's tossed
Flexin' like John Walsh
Everybody want's to be a big boss
But they be lyin' at their CEO's
I call 'em Rick Ross
Chillin', playin' tag force
Limpin', take my bags off
Hoppin' off the Greyhound doin' shows without a pa**port
Pants on my waist so you never see me sag off
Chillin' with them bars, homie you could call me Matt Hoffman
Terabytes, what are you hermaphrodites?
Cars that go fast at night
Mixes books and blasted mics
Yup, that's my life
Every show, every poem
Every fan, everywhere
Losin', makin' music but I say
[Hook] 2x...
[Stann Smith]
Us
[Hook] 2x