Paperboys - Boatdrinks lyrics

i think about the time spent see the dooted line, sign the fine print ma minds bent and i'm about to get ma rhymes pimped tryin to find rent, set the record straight, uniform do decorate since performing for the second grade koolaid and cannabis i'm sick ot these scavengers i'm like a anarchist standing in panic demanding damages they only flash cameras at muthaf**ing amatures wanna trade a good review for some bandages? i've got managers that need to do more, i'm stuck inside this shoe-store thinking, what the f** i need you for? all i try to do is rock a few floors, let me do tours and then off course, "boatdrinks", see the blue shores gotta love life, might loose yours over some booze of loose who*es or them dudes at war, until nothing is real, bagging up the muscle to chill it's all a hustle all this fussing for bills, but still chorus "imagine that"- we handle raps like it ain't nothing "ya crackerjack"- see that's a fact you can play something "yeah you're handicapped," paperboys- with the hat to match "don't sleep" it's all about the boatdrinks x2 yo, whatever turn of events it's only paper that's concerning ma gets this tournaments leaving permanent dents i've got a burning of earning cents and i'm bent only human, thinking bourbon or rent? hmmm.. see ma strategy stumbles with vodka-battery id rather be straddled by a lady with top anatomy a ba*tard, filling ma pockets is all i'm after a little laughter, sick of freezing like it's alaska with choking astma and frozen fingernails got jehova sending mail, dream of climbing over with ma single-sales a little ginger-ale an gin makes a cinderella spin ma ears ringing lika a jingle-bell again i pop ma collar, get a gla**, top it and swallow ma sh**'ll knock scholars, bet i'll make 'em hollalike a rotweiler *voff* euro's and top dollars, gimme that a cynics rap, i keep it rolling like a jimmyhat chorus x2 i've got a confession to make, cant escape depression and hate every session i tape i always think it's lesser than great, but i'm guessing it's straight i think it's just a test of my faith don't mean to desecrate, stressing, guess prfoessionals relate i got a cause, i'm a rebel in my drawrs get applause, better metaphores, tell 'em if you get it yours" grab my set of balls, rocking the floors like heavy metal tours we ready for whatever is in store, it's time to settle scores and if i said it before, it's cause i'm bored, i'm broke, but not poor, is smoke but got a lot more i'm not sure i'll ever make it but i'm trying, keep it basic i ain't lying, like i'm naked with the choir crying i'm just a pa**anger, a pa**ionate amba**ador, fashion ma**acre this chicken laughs while i pa** at her f** that, all i need is my family and paper shake your moneymaker calling breaker breaker, holla chorus x2