Malibu

The good times can be a trap Oh yeah Ha ha ha Oh hell naw Yeah, yeah Not here Stück scheiße Check myself into rehab Yeah Yeah, um... I might die before I detox You piece of shit Now that's a bar I'm gonna save that one for a little bit You piece of shit Now let me come with- with somethin' else, you feel me Here we go Verse 1 Yeah, yeah It's Air Jordan on my flip-flops Woo And kill me now if I did it all for hip-hop K-ch, blaow I might die before I detox This ain't high-school, no little Asian I can cheat off Mimimimimimimimi We keep chiefin' while police watch Woo Loss in vibration sirens blowin' up the weed spot Ha, yeah And Heisman hopefuls all growin' up to be cops Chasin' after gangsters but they never find the G spot Ohh I'm recordin' like I'll die tomorrow Die At the rate I'm gettin' high, it'll be hard for me to find tomorrow Find But I just pray that I'll survive tomorrow Oh my God As she cries in sorrow, she just needs some time to borrow Oh my God She'll be smilin' by tomorrow Everythin' will be so fine tomorrow Yeah Put the white away, we can do some lines tomorrow Come say hi to Morrow Hello Interlude Well I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Well I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Here I am Oh... I know you see me Here I am Yeah... and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit but here I am Verse 2 I'm the only suicidal motherfucker wit' a smile on Ching Let's hold hands and sing the Bible, that's a violent psalm The high-strung, eyes-low, ride along Everybody grab a fuckin' number, this a dieathon Mimimimimi Kill me Oh, I'm the bomb Hell yeah Literally back away, I'm the bomb Ka-plow Let me get my lion on Growl Yeah, okay 85 grand get you a heavy ass wrist Bling They ain't killin', they just yellin', that's it Ahhh A deadly combination with that ecstasy sniff Uhh On the phone probably yellin' at Rich Come on man Say, double the money Double the money, please, double the money Double the money Triple the problems, double the money They was all laughin', wasn't that funny Hahahaha I started fucking with drugs and now I'm a junkie The U-S of A, I fuck with my country Oh But Uncle Sam could never teach me how to Dougie Oh, oh I'm thinking till my brain pops Spittin' is a cakewalk Whoa I'm just a rapper, guess I'm sticking to my day job Woo Wiz gettin' faded, come and kick it at a bakeshop Everythin' is A-1, steak sauce Hahaha Outro Ohh, thank God Goddamnit Thank God Thank God Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit Here I am and I'll be damned if this ain't some shit