[Produced by King Blue]
[Skit]
"Gina, baby, I don't have no money and I don't have no ends
Gina, I'm a**-out"
"I'm going through something right now!"
"I done told you that"
[Intro]
Oh, what up ho? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up ho? Oh, what up?
I said, oh, what up ho? Oh, what up?
Well alright...
[Hook]
I'm going through something with life
But p**y and Patron make you feel alright
p**y and Patron make you feel alright
p**y and Patron, that's some great advice
[Verse 1]
Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs
Something to inspire me, rather than society's
Woes, let me go, let me shine a lil' bit love
I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club
I used to have a 9 to 5, fresh out of school that was '05
That b**h was racist, got me fired, ever since then, I had no job
Pushing in my momma van, stop for gas on Rosecrans
Trust me these n***as rushed me for something my cousin probably did
Guilty by a**ociation story of my life, n***a
You gon make me flip and split yo sh** judge give me life, n***a
Pain since my grandma's d**h, Uncle k**ed at Louie's Burgers
Hold my tears I tried my best, let it go, drenched my pullover
Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin, margin
Maintaining my modest modus as I dream
So while I go through all this, all this bullsh** what you call it
Life itself I know it helps let me scroll through my Blackberry
"Hey what's up daddy?"
[Hook]
[Part 2]
[Skit]
"So what'd you rush me out here for?
How was your day? Are you tipsy?"
"Hmm!"
[Bridge]
All I need in this lifetime: p**y and Patron
Give me that, once you give me that, once again it's on
b**h I'm swagged up, hoes bopping when I'm off that screw
Coming down clean, tell your baby momma what it do?
Where your friends at? I got long dick, what it is?
Go on poke it out, situate your little positives
How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready
I'mma lay it down like a carpenter, when you let me...
[Break]
Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
I can't get enough, if I offend you, blame it on the liquor babe
Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
I can't get enough, if I offend you...
[Verse 2]
Uh, I wrote this song when Dave drove home
And caught that flat, in the mean T Flats
And it made me think, if we could blink
To change locations where we at
We often get lost in the alcohol bottle
In attempt to ignore pain, problem and sorrow
Just for a minute, then back to the bullsh**
Your car note due and you 'bout to get evicted
Two d** surely, Patron, p**y, make it feel alright
But once it's empty and the b**h leave, then it's back to life
You can't run from it, gotta run to it, n***a
The antidote wouldn't last and you knew it, n***a
But still you proceed to dive deep, ask what's her zodiac sign
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ab-Soul]
Okay, welcome to my diary, hmm.. where should I begin?
Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram
Crackers watch my every step, man I hate to work for them
One time I tried to work for me, but that sh** didn't work for me
And here I am, stressing, questioning my direction man
What to do? Nothing's moving, traffic jam, wiggle through it
Pop the cork and take the fluid, bust that p**y open
Bust that p**y open, bust that p**y open
(Soul) Balls deep, ya dig? Retrieve, relief, ya dig?
Let's k** a bottle of tequila
And lie bu*t-naked telling the truth, would ya?
What's up? I had a long day and I really wanna f**
Take a double shot to the face and forget about my whole day
Cause all I've been thinking the whole day...
[Hook + Bridge]