I'm plastered (Dry walk) Look me in my (Eyeball) Do I look high? (No!) I love the way you lie girl (yeah, yeah, yeah) Come here dear, I'm trying to get closer to you I'm motioning you to pull over boo I'm the siren that you're hear, hear I'm the butt police, And I'm looking at your rear, rear, rear But the odds are, I'mma end up In the back of a squad car By the end of tonight I'm a rock star, Get your wind up It's attack of the Oddball Homie can you show me Where the gosh darn bath salts are 'Cause I'm sick of sniffing asphalt Every thought scarred, got my pants off At the crosswalk, it's a slingers And I can't feel my lips, 'cause...