Sporting Life - Metro Nome (Golf) lyrics

[Verse 1: Wiki] Don't have a cow man Now it's been a year, it's been a wild I spent my year as a child, woke up a man Still just a tyke with a kite in my hand Just a place with a mic in my hand Just like the gra** in my hand was replaced by the cash that I have When should I ash in the pail? Crammed for the test, got an F but I'm pa**in' the L Pa** that back, yeah, unless you gonna match that pack I ain't tryin'a be an a** but well Don't mean to be fiendin', but need to be weeded as hell Plus I need to [?] f**er got some issues, and I got a pistol Yeah, you better pa** that pail, blank out, black out The sh** I hear, drink 'til I black out All the sh** in my ear last night To-night, that might be my last night That's right, had swipes but I ran out Park bench where I camped out Thinking 'bout shorty and how she could be She could be girl of my dreams or girl of my nightmares Don't have to yell b**h I'm right here, to have to crackle I'm right here