Unity Klan - Ridiculous lyrics

[hook] What am I supposed to do? I'm tryin to get close to you But my posing is over I'm toasted but I'm sober And I might get ridiculous x2 [Verse 1] Get with us when we walk right through the door I'm co*ky to the core You're rocking new velor It's shocking cuz I swore that I'm not suited for a suit that's in the store But I got booted before from a club They said I looked too comfortable I didn't realize I'm supposed to be uncomfortable I could pump you full of tales from my past The disasters I've had acting brash but I'll pa** Now at last in the spot I got my last shot I flash what I got and I ask for a spot in the VIP I know that I'm not VIP But my style cannot be copied In my head I am the top seed What I need is a bottle Then I'll look distinguished Talking to some models who can't speak English Sing this song, and ring the alarm Where's the after party could you bring me along? [Hook] What am I supposed to do? I'm trying to get close to you But my posing is over I'm toasted but I'm sober And I might get ridiculous X2 [Verse 2] Now the spot is crazy hot Almost time to smoke this haze I got But this ain't Dazed and Confused Misbehaving is rude and I'm a nice gentleman At least tonight, my plan is to settle any beef that's unnecessary Keep it clean We don't want 5.0 to have to peep the scene But I might need caffeine cuz I didn't eat my greens All I had for dinner was a frozen Lean Cuisine It's insane how the flowing's still going We won't throw in the towel till morning Don't know what time it is, it's so complex You never wear your Rolex when I roll on ex But I ain't got no diamonds, flossin' or shinin' You won't see me crossing that line into the player zone Cuz I'm a stay my own until my days are gone What you waitin' on? Who you got on your team? I support the youth like I'm protein Yeah [Hook] What am I supposed to do? I'm trying to get close to you But my posing is over I'm toasted but I'm sober And I might get ridiculous X2 [Verse 3] So the next day you wake up, and the clock reads three Reflection in the mirror makes a mockery Your face is rocking a crease You think to yourself, “hey, yo, stop being weak” You spent most of the night smoking broccoli at least Humble is born, co*ky's deceased Cuffed up nights lead to gritty days The city way of life is getting blazed Your life has become nothing more than a spoof That's replacing your youth with the face of a dude who is hasty and rude Now you're burnt out Your girl's concerned about your s**m count Drugs and beers by the dozen Hear my discussion of fearing and fussin We are accustomed to see our disgusting actions, and we call it fashion Imagine, singin bout not being wasted Take this song, copy and paste it [Hook] What am I supposed to do? I'm trying to get close to you But my posing is over I'm toasted but I'm sober And I might get ridiculous X2