Not this time I’m not trying to be funny but I left it all at home today You can call me what you wanna I ain’t giving you a dollar This time I ain’t gonna run away You might knock me down, you might knock me down But I will get back up again This time I

Sense this urgency So chug this beer with me Get drunk with Charlie Scene 'Cause I ain't tryna get drunk alone So smoke this joint with me Get high off Funny's weed 'Cause I ain't tryna get high alone Six pack in hands Stage dive to the pit

Alright, nigga, no more fun and games, let's go (oh fuck) You, you set the standard for (what, me?) the future generation Liar, yeah, listen Slum village with the feeling, get a beat I bet you I'ma kill it (kill it) Huh, you ain't ready for the realest

Yeah, rum is the reason pirates never ruled the world I ain't getting much done But I'm having fun sailing on the deep blue sea My whole body goes numb from a bottle of dark rum and the sun sinking down on me My catch of the day is a tall Cuba libra

Ain't it funny You might even Catch the blues I've been willing to bet I ain't figured out yet Living in a world of pain I've been living in a world of pain Without you making the difference Oh I've been going insane

'Cause you ain't heard nuttin' this funky Humpty Hump's in the house with the locals Yo Schmoove kick the vocals Yeah, well we're back with another one Comin' hard and got suckers on the run You say, "You guys are known for havin' fun" Yeah well we'll do

We keep it funky on the West Coast I got love for my people on the West Coast, yeah Ain't no party like a West Coast party 'Cause a West Coast party don't stop When we party on the West Coast (on the West Coast) Drinkin' and smokin' all night, all night

You spend your lonely days lookin' for someone I just want to be the one that makes your river run I know it ain't so fun bein all alone And I know you wonder when you'll find yourself a home You ain't foolin' no one baby

It's hard, so hard, it's tearing out my heart It's hard letting you go It ain't no fun lying down to sleep And there ain't no secrets left for me to keep I wish the stars up in the sky Would all just call in sick And the clouds would take the moon out On

(maybach music, its deeper than the verse baby, its deeper than the rap). Doing a 150 miles and running, Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunning, Laff about the doe but really ain't nothing funny, Getting rich in a rush, Yeah you know us, We