Girl, you can find me sleeping at my mother's
Get gluttonous on a cupboard
Sneaking to my room with a female and rubber
How things change: the same place
I first jerked under covers
How pleasant things ain't: when debt
Collector got my cell number
Hunger for a million summers got
Wipe my forehead with my shirt
My mom never made supper, "Alex
But what bird could front on
A free birch to perch as they learn to live
And that's mediocrity knocking because
I'm hardly 2Pac and i do too much talking
He's rocking mics as doubters are
Say he burns trees like he hates oxygen
But dag nabbit, despite my bad habit's
Springsteen in your iPod gadget
I still got a bad taste in my palette
Are you gonna go my way like Lenny Kravitz?"
And what I tangled web I weave
Spitting lies in the eyes of those I deceived
But looky here, alas, an emcee so rare
With the truth in his face like emo hair
My mom played Pokeno there
My rhymes, my pen, my mom, my dad
Did they wonder if Maine Med
My town, my peeps, my past, my weed
Procrastination versus my drive to succeed
And it's cyclical when these trees burn
I earn cash then turn that to ash like urns
But since my dad burst sperm
During Reagan's first term
I've had no reason to go to the bank
And so I'll die in this here booth
Preposterously dank, baby, Spose