[Verse 1] Smiles Again You know my DJ well this a beat that he made/ Just so I could score a three way with some beach babes/ And after each base we’ll keep on hitting replay/ Until we start to getting circled by a sea plane/ For Petes sake ya damn right I’m a cheap skate/ I’ll roll you at the half pipe for a cheap skate/ Until karma goes and puts me in a knee brace/ Another punks getting robbed every other week day/
Willow: For 99 weeks straight, I’m heavy like a bullet/ We doin’ what we doin’ they can’t tell us how to do it/ On that ra-ra shit, what we stay on clearly/ Hurricanin’ through your world like the chaos theory/ And always loving life like I’m slamming the chemmies/ While running through this rap game with a bag full of pennies/ Quarter back with my rhyme words, I throw em’ like/ Mother fuckers doing double back flips on motorbikes/
[Chorus] No money in my wallet/ Friends think I’m an alcoholic/ Excuse me miss I’m about to vomit/ My life ended up so great/
[Verse 2] Willow I’m that dream that you had, you never woke up from/ I keep the live show rowdy we gone blow like bombs/ My mind states a playground for kids to get lost/ I got a better plan then Neverland, I live how I want/ With the energy to spark an electrical storm/ And I keep it spontaneous like sex on the floor/ That’s a session for sure, I’m where the lower class stoners are/ “When it rains it pours” I’m rollin’ up in Noahs Ark/
Smiles Again N’ if you didn’t know we dope as fuck then go and ask/ Anybody and they’ll tell you that we’re blowing up/ N’ if you hope we aren’t then I’ma moon you/ With my scrotum tucked so both my nuts are showing right below my arse/ And ever since I said no sir to home work/ My life’s been a little more Joe Dirt than chauffeured/ Fuck it I’ma just go word a dope verse/ That if I rapped around a sniffer dog I’d have my clothes searched/
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[Verse 3] Smiles Again Now I like liquor but I don’t drink drive I might spill it/ So bump this in ya car when ya roll to Macca’s/ From the oldest Mazda’s to the Holden Astra’s/ This the shit to make it feel like stolen jaguar/
Willow Or make you feel like you stole a panther/ Big cat on a leash with eyes cold as Canberra/ With tricks on your mind, now the mood is getting heavy/ To bounce on the track like budda with his belly/
Smiles Again I’m so skinny I was classed as a skeleton/ But it’s not true cos I got ass with the best of em/ It’s so good I was asked to be Mexican/ We talk some shit/
Willow Running away to the circus don’t tempt me in the slightest/ I’m off to Wytaliba where my hippies are righteous/ They’d tell you the future like the king of the Mayans/ But they won’t cos you’d just think they were lying/