Beer Cans

[Verse 1] Well you can crash on my couch but I won't be your psychiatrist Reading astrophysics but inside I hide a comic book I like my room messy, I like my whiskey neat I've killed some brain cells but still got my wisdom teeth I like to go grocery shopping wearing socks and sandals Right now I'm working on a novel full of carpet samples I'm always faded cause I've had it with sobriety On that Anne Frank, I'm an addict with a diary So I don't know what this hipster rap means But I squeeze a lot of money in these skinny-ass jeans Like chill mami, this shit ain't Armani It's Salvation Army, why you salivating on me? Ever since Satan gave me a spray-tan I killed Jiminy Cricket with a Raid can Got no conscience, and no consciousness until the A.M 'round up the empties, let's go take 'em in [Hook] Look at all these beer cans They're gonna make us rich! Look at all these beer cans They're gonna make us rich! [Verse 2] Yo the good die young, fly tongues like amphibians Mad as Sam Kineson, jam them damn synonyms In until we're lamping, mansions, San Simeon Way before Eminem rapped in a Caribbean accent I was killing 'em back when I was just a kid Now I'm switching bitches up like Aunt Vivian Yeah, the anti-thesis, rap different, innovator Channeling my dark side, my inner Vader English major since the incubator, I rock it like the greatest did it Making all the bread and then I'm sopping up the gravy with it Stop it with the hating, it is so last year I'm on that '93 til like an old cashier But there is no cash here, I'm as broke as you I'm talking maxed out plastic and loans for school Still these women getting overly consumed Your little sister wishing I would climb out of the poster in her room [Hook] Look at all these beer cans They're gonna make us rich! Look at all these beer cans They're gonna make us rich! Let's go take 'em out!