Asher Roth, Nottz, & Travis Barker - Blow Yr Head lyrics

[Intro] Man, I don't know I'm just trying to have fun with it everywhere I go Truth be told I just got caught up in a bunch of nonsense Trying to take the fun out of my back pockets and stuff You'll never take my freedom, you know? [Verse] Yo, Ash stop f**ing around, yo where's the album? Your second try never came out my man, how come? You were like the coolest guy, now we want Malcolm Who out here too loud, you need to turn it down some Chill, not now son Your doubt can't jeopardize my outcome I style like I'm stretching out in Shaolin Man of many sounds, I come around They ask "Who?" like Pete Townshend I'm O-Town meets Andre 3000, either way keep bouncing It's wild, I don't even leave the house And I don't feel the need to reason with you children Needs to be arousing like a jousting match fouled him I ain't counting that, astounding how I'm rounding out my alphabet We ain't even rowdy yet Salvy ain't make himself a Salvy yet Bout it since we started smoking salvia Cruising in a golf cart on the gulf coast with a GoPro And my bro knows, why old folks go 'There goes that Bozo' My flow like J. Flacco getting tackled by fat dude Who grabbed [?] on a back road in bath robe with a bad cold Homie, I'm that cold Ash, I just walk around with an afro And a gavel and I laugh more than a jackal Crack up, pistachio Graduate, forget to flip that ta**el My bad yo, that's too much of a ha**le Ca**erole with Castro Stash gets blown like it's a gastro, you ga**ed though More like watching gra** grow I can be an a**hole I rather just hang out in my castle, blast Outkast Yo Elroy, where's Astro? Bet if the Jetsons had a best friend from Def Jam And Geffen and wed them, I would be the best man Get it? I'm a breast man Stick my face right between that chest and Motorboat those cocos you know it though Don't no one wan' go toe-to-toe…. rototiller… photos off your motorola phone are terrible Terrible, Terridome, territory, Tara Reid Dude from 90210, tornado made of hammer domes Sharin' poems here, smell my pheromones Yeah yo, my hair's long I don't even care homes Takes these earphones, put them on your eardrums Here's some of this red rum, you ready boy, here it comes You ready boy, here it comes [Verse 2] On a full ride to Florida State, too high played it safe Could've been Flo Rida, my bad, my mistake Should've started Footloose, the new Kevin Bac' The way I play chicken in busses with no brakes And Busta was on break, taking a pay cut I play cuts from my stuff, make everybody go nuts Now everybody say "Whaaaat?" [Outro] What was that? That was fun Let's do that again