I'm plastered (Dry walk)
Look me in my (Eyeball)
Do I look high? (No!)
I love the way you lie girl (yeah, yeah, [bad word] here dear, I'm trying to get closer to you
I'm motioning you to pull over boo
I'm the siren that you're hear, hear
I'm the butt police,
And I'm looking at your rear, rear, rear
But the odds are, I'mma end up
In the back of a squad car
By the end of tonight
I'm a rock star,
Get your wind up
It's attack of the Oddball
Homie can you show me
Where the gosh darn bath salts are
'Cause I'm sick of sniffing asphalt
Every thought scarred, got my pants off
At the crosswalk, it's a slingers
And I can't feel my lips, 'cause...