[Verse 1] Uh, waiter bring another round please Bring that mu'fucker back A couple more, they like it all please Cause y'all don't know how to act And I don't give a fuck! Can I live? Cause we be doing too much shit Just a couple of kids from Eastside of the 2-1-6 Bumping a dollar and a dream, real shit Every day I wake up, higher than the night before Blacking out every night on tour 5 AM, we jumping in the pool in our drawers till the cops come Run run, fuck the law And I was born to be wild Sex, rock and roll and weed piles Running from the old and senile Follow in my steps, then you walking a green mile Cause trees in my pockets like my denims a greenhouse Leave my team? How? Tell me what's my age again? How many hours till I rage again? This is the story of a young boy in the page we in Say that he off chasing fame again And there he goes... almost famous, bitch Yeah, Kells
[Hook] (The bittersweet between my teeth Trying to find the in-betweens Fall back in love eventually Yeah yeah, yeah yeah) Uh, half naked and almost famous Wild nights in all those places I be, half naked and almost famous, famous And when I get on, I ain't changing Tell the world "Lace Up!" Kells
[Verse 2] Yeah, come rage with the Machine, bitch EST the team, bitch Never got a college degree Too busy raising 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 going 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’ve been a pro, I just dodged the league California dreams Where we sitting up under the Cleveland weather, man Wishing 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 lets Neverland Muthafucker I'm, gone