And now a message from Hannibal Buress Blaa, uh, sorry, sorry Aye, mane, I'm fucking with this shit. It's good to listen to a professional rapper for once, but Lil Dicky is a horrible rap name. That's some weird shit; you got grown men having to call you

You should be here, standing with your arm around me here Cutting up, cracking a cold beer Saying cheers, hey y'all it's sure been a good year It's one of those moments, that's got your name written all over it You should be here Aw you should be here

That's got my name on it It's gonna get wild tonight Gotta get that mixture right DJ and a dance floor Can't stop, we want more There's a good time going down And a getting loud rowdy crowd Last call at three in the morning There's a four by four,

My song will carry on And I'll spend my life penning my song, my song Good girls don't make history So I may never be what you assume (it's my song) Don't want your hooks or auto-tune (it's my song) If I'm off-key then that's alright with me (it's my

Come on, come on That sugar cane that tasted good No-one can see you cry That cinnamon, that's Hollywood No-one can see you try No-one can see me cry That's who you are, that's what you could Charades pop skill Water hyacinth

I'm about to drive in the ocean I'ma try to swim from something bigger than me Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good, good Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral That's a pretty big trunk on

You gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, or I will get you Got love, if that's what you need I got three or four babies sittin' on my knee I got good love waitin' for you I come sneakin' round the corner of the avenue You know you gotta Ma-Ma-Ma Belle, before I get you

How many drinks would it take you to leave with me? You look good, we came to party, but I don't wanna waste my time We both know that we're grown That's why I wanna know Yeah you look good, and I got money but I don't wanna waste my time Back of my

That's why New York's my home New York's my home, sweet home But it hasn't got There's a rumor going around That some of you good people Want to leave this town But you better consult me before you go 'Cause I've been in all these places

Goodbye letter, "dear life" shit What is my meaning? My reason? That's the question Sometimes I feel like I ain't shit Sometimes a nigga feel like shit Talkin’ 'bout some real life shit So if a nigga kill me, hope he mean it