[Verse 1: Rob Roy] Now some of y'all might go on and hate me At least some folk I know cause when I wrote this y'all was shaky Or is it shady? Like that ol' lady or buddy And ain't it something that the root of evil's also money? Multiply funny And I'm excited for the world! While y'all delighted for a night of dancing on a Thurs-day Or Saturday, whichever way you maybe curve A snake around a tummy pudgier than a balloon deflated by a spoon And we can walk out by the brick Building that I lived for a minute 'fore I left And focus on the past or blast into the present tense But if you want to be exact Then naturally, you'd have to step Into my shoes- who Wants some fried food, and maybe cole slaw? A slice of life-pie to widen up your mind's jaw? A word for tired dogs lying off the sidewalk of pussy sidetalk I should emphasize costs .
[Hook: Rob Roy]
Gold, gold and Gucci I got that
[Verse 2: Rob Roy] Now listen, a suggestion for gettin up off the couch: Turn off the television and get in the bathrrom towel Make some hard decisions while cleaning up in the shower Then Dry! Stop fucking with that foolishness that you can get from Dive barrin' it hard Starting an argument outside an apartment party Partially on cars you spent 5 thousand dollars more than I'll spend Go on and set some goals for when your old And got some miles in-side you How you doing? Why you looking tired? Too much lines of blow And oh, am I your kind of guy too? Cool . . . naw, not really, but you'll do And thank you for the cat who loves to chew my laces like its food I'm patient, but it's too Much waiting for you to learn just the basics Say we do take to making due with a few boos for applause In lieu of blue balls and blue thoughts that do cost .