G-Eazy - Fire In The Booth PT2 lyrics

[Part 1] [Intro] Yah, yee Young Gerald, reporting live from London Yeah [Verse] In my mom's Honda replaying 2001 Cussing a** ten year old, knew she had a rowdy son Start the CD over right after the album's done Looking for a f** to give, damn I never found me one As I wonder which cla**ic I should write this to As a youngster, I swear I was the nicest dude Rode my bicycle, no I ain't have the nicest shoes They would talk about me so I always got in fights at school Ask my moms why the car would always smell like skunk Swear it's been like every day, Mom what the f** is up? Always smelling stuff, little would I know this I was too young to know mom was smoking explosive In her closet had a bong, democratic Cali mom Knew I was gon' be somebody ain't nobody read up on Trust me this is true me and school we just ain't get along She told me if I kept my grades up then I could get to prom So the girl I tried to ask, baddest in cla** Dissed me and she laughed then pa**ed If she would have said yes I would have been ga**ed The b**h got uppity and turned me down fast Now I'm upper echelon, Lamborghini zoomin If I feel like laughing I would go to my reunion Just to stunt on everyone, like where the f** have you been? Working at a restaurant or desk I'm a**uming Now I attract, girls that used to turn they back Causing me to put them on blast on this f**ing track I'm like nothing that you've seen before From coffee shops to an arena tour I told Tony grab a mop, said "what you need it for?" I put an axe in a rappers back I'm tryna clean the floor American psycho I'm having fantasies of k**ing all these rappers I'm jealous of, not a fan of these Hollywood a**holes, caught up in the hype And only focused on cash flows Saint Laurent leather jacket came with the ta**les In 2016 I'm only f**ing with bad hoes So listen, let me drop some sh** about this b**h I used to know Guess I don't let nobody know Her and her best friend naked both of them off the blow They got freaky on my tour bus I skeeted on them both I've known the hoe for one hour she's rolling up sour This girl was a winner bruh, something about her These hot hoes is feigning, they on my nuts But b**h I'm out your p**y when I nut [Outro] For real, Xxplosive Charlie Sloth Haha G-Eazy When It's Dark Out, December fourth [Part 2] [Intro] Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah Yah, Gerald, yah [Verse] What If I had a hundred million dollars? I'd f** up some, f** up some, f** up some commas What if I did f** Rihanna? What if I had two b**hes at once with no drama? What if the whole world believed in Obama? What if Bill Clinton had never got head? Would we pay attention to real f**ing issues instead What if Pac wasn't dead And the thunder and rain What if it all was champagne My moms was healthy Like what if there wasn't no pain What if these rappers could actually find their own lane What if it wasn't the same, what if I did my own thing Really, said f** it and went against the grain I don't know I'm just saying Just some ideas I had on my brain Charlie Sloth what you saying