Where We Are (исполнитель: e-dubble)
Raise the roof, love the chase let it burn with every taste sippin' hard until it's easy and you're feening for the bass light's on cut em' off we don't need them [bad word] at all we are blind to all their facts but we are happy where we are like we are happy where we are at the bar in my jeans and a shirt I copped from target talkin to some pretty ladies said their blouses from the forest i said great--- I don't make clothes, but I could probably make those unravel simple stitches when I cut my [bad word] BEAT LOW no tops, no ceilings, outside, old buildings lookin' like an indie picture that they made for the kids but this kid- ain't having it cuz' roofs have advantages I really ain't a fan of all this rain in my drink SO DUMP IT OUT and grab a fresh jawn- then on to the next one my [bad word] over I am feeling upper eschelon mistakes have been made and my attitude is [bad word] but that's not reason enough to have this party turn pity so we ohhing til' the sunrise, loose ends untied hands stay dumb high, sippin' on that mumbai gin and tonics grease the wheels, lemon, lime the rhines are peeled we're monsters in the city so [bad word] this town like Cloverfield robots can't drink but I know that I can even on a double dose of zicam ditch that riff raff, antibodies, opiates and arms traded like my veins were Taipan this the part of the night where I black out 2 sheets to the wind need a snack now no sheetz no wawa- only rofo in this town stop playing- Jerry Stackhouse i got my vices, they got their ices and they booby trapped-- all the nice [bad word] so take a knee man-- and drink a smirnoff it's not my cup of tea-- so I veer off I'm on my way now, vision quest style headphones and my battery has full power [bad word] a cab cuz' the music drives me--- sober ride time cuz' my mind got high beamed the gatorade soothes me, but I'm choosy original colors cuz' the others never wooed me no problem, I'm on that [bad word] punch can't bully me, I never lose lunch in other words I rarely vomit the frequency is that of the [bad word] unless I'm on the mic than it's [bad word] ipecac to the stomach like I'm purging Ramen then the [bad word] back, and my lungs are full of air again recall the night's events, hope I wasn't acting arrogant but I probably was I was sippin' on the seraphin purchased by some bougeoise broads who thought I was a terrapin [bad word] I'm a turtle with a hard shell stubborn as a used car dealer with his hard sell but I ain't buying it, I can still retire this put the bottle down, pick it up and get high again