Jim Brown - Outro lyrics

Why hello there Hello Girl, you can find me sleeping at my mother's Coming home blazed, 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 me calling out of work Otherwise I'm cooking, wipe my forehead with my shirt My mom never made supper, "Alex, what is dessert?" But what bird could front on a free birch to perch as they learn to live life and adulthood lurks And that's mediocrity knocking because I'm hardly 2Pac and i do too much talking He's rocking mics as doubters are mocking him cause they say he burns trees like he hates oxygen But dag nabbit, despite my bad habits You can find me next to Springsteen in your iPod gadget I still got a bad taste in my palette Cause I wonder, "Life, 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 And that campground, my mom played Pokeno there Just to afford groceries, to Spose listen closely My rhymes, my pen, my mom, my dad Did they wonder if Maine Med would take me back? 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 s**m 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 [Drugs Girls Money Liquor secret acoustic version, same lyrics as original version]