Prolific - High Rolla! lyrics

I'm not ghetto or thug, I'm in the meadow with bugs, Wanted a pair of timberlands but had to settle with lugs, I roll with brain dead hippies, pedaling d**, Who are willing to spend the months rent cheque for a buzz, I've never been loved, I was raised in van, Left at the beach on a leash and told to play in the sand, But I guess that's just the way it was planned, Till age eighteen hitting on girls after a shave and a tan, At a rave in trance trying to make the advance, Dancing with whistles wasted and f**ing waving my hands, Chatting with hippie chicks into mixin' raisin and bran, And digging me cuz they think by rapping I'm taking a stand, (wow that's great) But I'm the type of mc who claims my words are the baddest, Then tries to pick up 16 year olds with my university status, My personal habits, consist of chain smoking, And taking so many d** I leave my face swollen, Chorus Cuz I'm a high roller baby, what can I say, Got the clothes, got the hoes, got the glamour and fame So say wuddup Pro, when I'm walking down the street…. Cuz I know y'all wish y'all were down with me.. My brain's frozen…. Left yelling at squirrels, With my only goal that I know to be impressing some girls, Showering ladies with linen, presents and pearls, Though they wouldn't bed me if I was the last man left in the world, So lately it feels like I haven't had s** in a year, Selfish Sexist reppin wishing woman flesh would appear, Rumor has it that I'm a mess and I'm weird, At the bar drinking a can of cranberry-Schwepps and a beer, See me dressed in a beard, talking insane, caught in the rain, walking the streets with a dog and a cane, walk in the lane, cars stop caught stalling complain, honking in vain, while I'm pill popping for pain and lost in my brain, Locked on a chain still, and trying to escape, Finding a date online with girls whose interests are violence and hate, It seems like my a**ignment today, is to riot the state, I'm in my own place, so don't try and relate… Chorus