Speak - Promised Land lyrics

Uz there? Leisure life! For the '99 and the 2000 Million dollar drug habit, million dollar smile Million dollar man with that million dollar style You ever see a million dollars stacked up in a pile Pile all the pressure till the pressure points go numb, um Me neither! I was sleeping on the couch Springs f**ing up my posture now I'm walking with a slouch Selling blue pills from a patent leather pouch Running with the scumbags who keep the diamonds in their mouth Hell, I just wanna get paid Hand on a switchblade Driving to a dead-end: maybe I should switch lanes.. No blinker, part-time thinker I'm a half-a** artist and a full-time drinker A bottle full of whiskey: now that sounds like my cup of tea! Robot chicken for my late-night company Adult Swim and alcohol: skinny dipping Get a pound, break it down, I bag it up and get to flippin! You deserve a better way Solid gold, black and gray Look at all the work I've done and Still nobody know my name I'm a victim of my talent and my arrogance Kelly said from here on out that I control my narrative Cause I was pushing pills at the EDC And I was getting meals from that EBT Til my case worker saw my a** on MTV The damn b**h revoked all my benefits from me Oh shucks! What a drag, but that hag couldn't hold me back Slitting wrists and cutting throats Just so I could get the stacks! Sweet Baby Rays lathered on some baby backs Marc Jacob leisure slacks: it's like we brought them '80's back But where them ladies at? The ones who never paid me mine You could s** my dick now I guess you had to swallow pride See what I did there? That was pretty clever.. Pull myself up out the gutter now it's leisure life forever..