P&P 1.5

[Produced by King Blue] [Skit] "Gina, baby, I don't have no money and I don't have no ends Gina, I'm ass-out" "I'm going through something right now!" "I done told you that" [Intro] Oh, what up ho? Oh, what up? I said, oh, what up ho? Oh, what up? I said, oh, what up ho? Oh, what up? Well alright... [Hook] I'm going through something with life But pussy and Patron make you feel alright Pussy and Patron make you feel alright Pussy and Patron, that's some great advice [Verse 1] Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs Something to inspire me, rather than society's Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil' bit love I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club I used to have a 9 to 5, fresh out of school that was '05 That bitch was racist, got me fired, ever since then, I had no job Pushing in my momma van, stop for gas on Rosecrans Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did Guilty by association story of my life, nigga You gon make me flip and split yo shit judge give me life, nigga Pain since my grandma's death, Uncle killed at Louie's Burgers Hold my tears I tried my best, let it go, drenched my pullover Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin, margin Maintaining my modest modus as I dream So while I go through all this, all this bullshit what you call it Life itself I know it helps let me scroll through my Blackberry "Hey what's up daddy?" [Hook] [Part 2] [Skit] "So what'd you rush me out here for? How was your day? Are you tipsy?" "Hmm!" [Bridge] All I need in this lifetime: Pussy and Patron Give me that, once you give me that, once again it's on Bitch I'm swagged up, hoes bopping when I'm off that screw Coming down clean, tell your baby momma what it do? Where your friends at? I got long dick, what it is? Go on poke it out, situate your little positives How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready I'mma lay it down like a carpenter, when you let me... [Break] Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff I can't get enough, if I offend you, blame it on the liquor babe Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff I can't get enough, if I offend you... [Verse 2] Uh, I wrote this song when Dave drove home And caught that flat, in the mean T Flats And it made me think, if we could blink To change locations where we at We often get lost in the alcohol bottle In attempt to ignore pain, problem and sorrow Just for a minute, then back to the bullshit Your car note due and you 'bout to get evicted Two drugs surely, Patron, pussy, make it feel alright But once it's empty and the bitch leave, then it's back to life You can't run from it, gotta run to it, nigga The antidote wouldn't last and you knew it, nigga But still you proceed to dive deep, ask what's her zodiac sign [Hook] [Verse 3: Ab-Soul] Okay, welcome to my diary, hmm.. where should I begin? Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram Crackers watch my every step, man I hate to work for them One time I tried to work for me, but that shit didn't work for me And here I am, stressing, questioning my direction man What to do? Nothing's moving, traffic jam, wiggle through it Pop the cork and take the fluid, bust that pussy open Bust that pussy open, bust that pussy open (Soul) Balls deep, ya dig? Retrieve, relief, ya dig? Let's kill a bottle of tequila And lie butt-naked telling the truth, would ya? What's up? I had a long day and I really wanna fuck Take a double shot to the face and forget about my whole day Cause all I've been thinking the whole day... [Hook + Bridge]