Drugs, Girls, Money & Liquor - Spose

A couple of things that’ll bring a dude down, I’ll tell ya in a sec

Uh-Spose, OH, SEVEN

Drugs, girls, money, liquor

Check it out, hey, yo, I’m breaking up prescription drugs on Egyptian rugs

Too blazed to be depicted thugs, blunts like «Huh, huh?»

My Ziplocs used to be in tip top form, like my hip-hop

Then one morn police swarmed the dorm (god damn!)

Warned, but didn’t listen, ignored my inhibitions

I was snorin' but they had warrants so now my parents bitchin'

No tuition because of my drug addiction

«Oh Ryan, you lyin'!»

Nah, bitch, it’s non-fiction

These blondes and brunettes are goddamn ruthless

My wallet’s Somalian and starvin', it’s quite retarded

Girls, you can’t take them out like the garbage

When the dinner costs more than the rent for your apartment

They want diamonds, islands, expensive bottles

I’m like «How about the dollar menu at McDonalds?»

But no girls is on their knees for fries and double cheese

Jeez, at least my right hand will fuck me for free!

What’s it all about?

Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me

Minding my dimes and nickles

But still I’m (alright)

As long as I’m myself it’s cool

I’m just trying not to be a tool

If you feel me say (yeah)

Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me

Minding my dimes and nickles

But still I’m (alright)

Cause as long as I’m myself it’s cool

I’m just trying not to be a tool

(Shut the fuck up!)

Spizzy still unequivocally ill, but no deal

From Wells, like the girl from the ring, but no bling!

No ice like summer, Bank balance a bummer

Call my mom’s house, they disconnected my number

I ain’t stinkin' rich, but at least I don’t stank

Fuck irrational skanks at Ocean National Bank

I’m broke, but still breaking the Garcia Vega

Fiendin' White Castle or Sonic like (SEGA!)

Muchos Cannabis, I’m a blunt analyst

Burritos, Fritos, Cheetos, and a sand-a-wich

I got the munchies, dank smellin' funky

Chunky blunts longer than a candle stick

Hey, I like herbal shit, Percocet, Vicodin

It’s like Heineken after Heineken

I freestyle and rhyme again

Also I’m drunk, trying to find 'shrooms

And this slam pig’s starting to look like Heidi Klum

What’s it all about?

Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me

Minding my dimes and nickles

But still I’m (alright)

As long as I’m myself it’s cool

I’m just trying not to be a tool

If you feel me say (yeah)

Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me

Minding my dimes and nickles

But still I’m (alright)

Cause as long as I’m myself it’s cool

I’m just trying not to be a tool

(Shut the fuck up!)

And now it’s 4 A.M., bag with stems

No honeys, mo money

And this liquor got me feeling crummy, hug me

In a secluded room, or smokin' Buddha

Thrice times booted, find me where the food is

Or-or, studderin' and pukin' shit up

Like-like the second half of 2 Girls 1 Cup — yuck!

Lamented exes or bimpin' sluts

Cause I’m drunk like, «WHAAA-I DON’T GIVE A FUCK»

I’ll be wylin', drunk dialin', freestylin'

Zoned out, rocking closed eye-a-lids

Me?

I get higher when

I be smokin' out a piece

Like I preach nonviolence

This liquor kicks it with my liver

But fuck that, where the drugs at?

Spizzy uninhibited drinker

Girl, you’ll never find Ryan lyin' on the mic

But you might find Ryan high, lyin' on a dyke

What’s it all about?

Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me

Minding my dimes and nickles

But still I’m (alright)

As long as I’m myself it’s cool

I’m just trying not to be a tool

If you feel me say (yeah)

Drugs, girls, money, liquor have got me

Minding my dimes and nickles

But still I’m (alright)

Cause as long as I’m myself it’s cool

I’m just trying not to be a tool

(Shut the fuck up!)

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Who got-who got smoke-

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Who got-who got smoke-

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Who got-who got smoke-

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