Oh Hey

I spit it for my pot heads, smoking out of cantaloupes Even for a rich chick, stuck up like a camel toe Who showed you want it means to live? My rhymes tighter than the jeans on scenester kids I wanted to get rich, but I got broke first Been thin, skin color of Oakhurst, a dope verse Well, that is guaranteed if you're with me Or you just got rims on your ATV I rocked a sold out show, I lost my voice The next day a little weezy, but not the hot boys I step into a party, I'm smelling like low tide Guys give me high-5s and the girls know why Oh my, who's that? Spose and I'm back Pdank in the bank, dutch drank in my grasp At last, still drugs, girls, liquor Big flicks in the whip with the Sugarloaf sticker Until we retire we'll be flyer and higher than Peter Pan If you want to be the man, just be me and Cam Damn, Wells, Maine for the record Flannel shirt checkered We smoked it all