What Do You Do (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

歌詞

This tambourine Shaker Man, I think I'm Eric Andre Man, I think I'm Louis C.K Man, I think so therefore I am, man, it's BAM Man, my mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes My brother one of the only ones I can confide in It ain't no water in the pool, go 'head and dive in (Dive in) I toot my horn, I blow my bugle, I recycle I say "free beluga whales" on YouTube, what do you do? Okay The pussy like trouble 'cause I'm in it often A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin But down the slope in my toboggan Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin Now it's seven in the morning, this rapper life is so boring Still at it, the drug absorbent, endorphin addict, yeah The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet I know a bitch who'll let you fuck her for Coachella passes Oh, so pompous, the ambiance You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian I saw you meditatin', get your Gandhi on If she got that stank puss, then I won't be long Never lose your mind 'cause insanity is brutal Life is just like college, all you have's your noodle Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man Me and Mikey go back like Bron-Bron's headbands The white American, hiding from the Aryan New Tibetan Mastiff, and he hate it when you stare at 'im Jump in, the jacuzzi on (Yeah,) say I fuck witchu the long way I love you more than Kanye love Kanye (And I'm a) Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers I'm in the suburbs doin' drive-by's on Razor scooters It's my first try, swear I got a third eye It's work time, I sell the coke to students out in Irvine Ehh, coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai Why we go through hell when we tryna get to paradise? It's like we ain't scared of death but we scared of life It's like we shootin' for the stars but we scared of heights I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4 Get high, fuck her with the Tech Deck Callin' local middle schools and send in some death threats Hey look When I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart I need the briefcase in 15 minutes Or everybody's finished I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black I'm gettin' lit with Da$hl you don't see us in the back No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million cash Oh, yeah Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top Let me off at the top We can keep ridin' for now Let me off at the top The road keeps windin' around Let me off at the top Oh, I'm high as the clouds Let me off at the top Hey motherfucker shut your motherfuckin' mouth! Yeah "Sure, they're terrific athletes."