Uh, waiter bring another round please Bring that mother fucker back A come for more, they like it all please Cuz y'all know how to act And I don't give a fuck, can I live? Cuz we be doin' too much shit Just a couple of kids from eastside of the 2-1-6 Bummin' a dollar and a dream real shit Every day I wake up, higher than the night before Blackin' out every night on tour 5 a.m we jump into the pool in our drawers 'Til the cops come. Run, run, fuck the law And I was born to be wild Sex, rock and roll and weed piles Runnin' from the old and senile Follow in my steps, then you walkin' a green mile Trees in my pockets like my denims a greenhouse Lead my team town? Tell me what's my age again? How many hours 'til I rage again? This is the story of a young boy and the page we in Say that he off chasin' fame again And there he goes... almost... famous bitch
Chorus: The bittersweet between my teeth Tryin' to find the in-betweens Fall back in love eventually Yeeaahhhhhh
Uh, half naked and almost famous Wild nights and all those places I be, half naked and almost famous And when I get up I ain't changin' Tell the world lace up, kellz Yea, come rage with the Machine bitch E.S.T the team bitch Never got a college degree Too busy raisin' hell like it was friday the 13th bitch Fuck clothes and fuck hoes Hundred dollars worth of munchies, truckloads Eighty-nine cent slushy in the cuphold Don't know where I'm goin', but we gone... what's home? Maybe I'll just mapquest my dream And it'll say the address was me So what I really wanted all along's been camouflaged fatigued I'm not a pro, I just dogged the lead? California dreams Where we sick of boring Cleveland weather man Wishin' for heat, I guess I need to see the leather man? Uh, I just wanna be young forever man Roll the Peter Pan, light it up and went to Neverland Mother fucker I'm gone