dakota jazz club

i been smokin weed for too long

my momma's awful salty

hope to god she still want me

after this song

 

cuz i'm about to confess all the shit makin me stressed

marijuana leaves i gotta undress

before i break em down and sell em

oh well

girl said she hate me said i should go

straight to hell

 

heard that shit before so it don't even faze me

word to st paul cuz you know those dudes wavy

girl body got me foamin at the mouth

rabies

tryna do a show and make em

pay me

 

cuz you know that a young dude broke

but nebu keep it turnin like wagon spokes

so

please just appreciate what i'm tryna say

the struggle of a young white american

okay

i know it's some shit to bitch about

but god damn i'm tryna make a song those critics rave about

 

alright

come thru quickly

yo body so fine you know i'm tryna quicky

lemme kiss that neck, lemme give you hickeys

fallin in love but i'm fallin so gently

 

son of a poet

and a southern belle too

tried to fight the rhymes that came outta my mouth since my youth

and the truth is

i don't know about this rap thing

but i sure as hell can't sing and music is the only thing that rings true

so what am i supposed to do?

somehow choose between guaranteed boring success in the real world

or take my chances, maybe find success on a world tour

from shore to shore

no matter how much i shit talk the coasts

it's not outta hate it's outta bein disrespected the most

in the midwest all people talk about is chi and detroit

and i'm sorry, they're dope, but there's talent right off highway 94

so you know we bout to blow

from small towns to big cities,

madison to twin cities

now we're online but soon you'll see us in your cities

gettin' real friendly

like we close