Look I latch the streets and pour a batch of concrete in
Pot holes, can’t wait for the state repairs ust keep the road unique
Ill with ink write and hurl stress but mistaken and spilled a drink
On a girl’s dress she didn’t bat an eye called me a fat guy and stink
Need to lose weight thes booze take my balance away stop and ate
Bread want a good state of health and great wealth like Bill Gates
Hey look doing wet crack cause a setback it maybe great dope
But it bates hopes boss be late to promote you hate a slow poke
Vote on ballots and smoke on pallets so pass the grass divine
And a glass of wine let my ass try to find a high my past crime
Write clout in here being a knight without fear losing my mind
Riding skittish horses hearing British voices mission all clear
like Paul Revere have warn folks with scorn quotes that verses sincere
Are coming and rumbling through notebooks and choke crooks
With grammar, trust no one good must be done before I consider it
Needs are met as beads of sweat fall from my forehead labor is bitter shit
Fast to begin a glass of gin in one gulp done with a cup fun
To duck getting fucked up cause me to piss great in the urinal stuck son