AMBiVALENT

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J-j-jimmy crack corn, and I don't care (wow) {b-b-by oh by Ohio playas}(?) I'm all tore up, but I don't care (oh wow) {Pack quiet}(?) is albino hair Can't handle the truth, I go there The freaks at night, I go there Your face crunched up, but I don't care Everybody fucked up, everybody fucked up Okay, first step inside of the room, everybody in the room knew that I had a ride (okay) In the mirror, in the morning, in my fruit-of-the-loom I say, "You do you" and then I keep it on my mind, cause I'm cool Cooler than a hipster with her tatoo Cooler than a piña colada in Cancún I'm a big kid with a big dream (dream, dream) Give me drums I'll spit a sixteen (uh-huh) Weird nights convulsing - sip, sniffing, indulging Cheers, here's to twenty more years of me adulting Back up in it and I'm laughing with 'em I'm in dan-ger someone call a thousand angels like hey La-di-da-di, give me some ganj' I'm going back to Walla Walla - eeny meeny miny mo' problems I'm honestly tryna to be honest I promise I'm honest Jimmy crack corn, and I'm ambivalent (wow) Up like a kid on Christmas I plead the fifth, I am sibi-nit(?) (oh wow) You don't like it get a job with benefits How you gunna know Kalamazoo in Michigan? But you don't know Magoo and Timberland I'm all tore up, but I'm not rippin' it Everybody fucked up, everybody- You don't gotta be rich for pete's sake I don't know who you callin' a cheap date Pane e rose with a cheese plate, resume the toast The worst things I choose the most I wrote a handbook, teachin' y'all the "do's and don'ts" I got some iwah-issues, I got a trick in my sleeve You got some iwah-yayo, you prolly pick up from me I got some throwaway bars, you prolly never hear those I'm talking like De Niro, I got a throwaway phone *deep intake* I'm not per-fect, I once freed seven monkeys from the cir-cus And I turned my phone off on pur-pose I put my thing down, flip it, and reverse it, like Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup Hold my drink, it's been a hard night's day I need some huckleberry kush, grow my strain Too many got-damn bartenders know my name Feel like a barfly, too many friends around that aren't mine, couple thousand gigs like a hard drive Now all my pill-poppers, ill-toppers, and bell-bops Sippin' well vodka with some distilled water we still talkin' No more coke or xanax for me - marijuana, pussy, and liquor's all I need (no more coke or xanax for me - marijuana, pussy, and liquor's all I need) I fell asleep at the wheels of steel, shuffle playing Ronnie James Dio Til' the ship goes down and DiCaprio Leo's, hangin' on an iceberg chillin' in a cold world Dope girl say the go girl Just a little bit, give me hors d'oeuvre If you got it better get it, yeah you know girl Have a nice life, being in the lime light YEAH!