VTWO - Midnight in Milwaukee lyrics

Hop off the plane, Peter rabbit, I be gettin' bunny If you wanna take a hit then come ask me honey Tryna do this sh** got no degra**i money From a place where they push packs Push packs like gum See the old homies smirkin' But the top where I'm gunnin' Isn't sh** bout it funny It's real gloomy in this city I should vacate over Philly cuz I heard its always sunny Got me working towards a milly Give a f** that they all shun me (the money) The money piled in layers get this pilsbury grands Tug of war with her insanity, but she good with her hands Watch me pull this trick off get her to dance for me But I have no bands You don't need money for that when you can talk like a man Y'all now mean nothing to me, small as a granule of sand They try and s** all my joy, as your friend how they blend Play with your mind as a toy, fake as burgers made of soy But soon they'll come around once you get like Jeezy and 'Ye You rep state, city, and town They gon' give you a crown That's all noise, but for now I'm just a Mexican-Italian wearing slim cut corduroys Tryna buy a teen, then that's worth a hundred quarters boy I don't sip that mix with soda no more cuz I ain't down to overdose And I ain't down to comatose Don't, don't, don't need to be stuck in a terror My dreams are as much as reality Stuck enough in this life that's meant to be This sh** don't change, execpt for me How can you be mad at Pete? Just a young man, found a plan and he He so, he so, he so, he so Mil He put the city on his back and got the first name paper Can he ever get a plaque? Place your bets, place your wager Raps as hot as lasers no fad like pagers Wood glue sticking around so I'm stuck to the f**in' paper Red bone to-mate-o's, we mate to make o's Comes to chachin' green, then you bet we take o's If you gettin' with your chick, we know she fakes those Dreams of doing shows, Pete B gon' skate coasts Step off the off the Supras, I be forced to break toes Something from the future, yeah I got a great flow I miss this city as much as I miss jolly good soda Girl you lookin' fine red rover said bend ova (laughs) One, Hundred No one ever gave a f** about me So I closed off figured vault up throw away the key Know my real name but you never get to know real me You get a good idea from these tracks, but back off Pete These other guys as flaky as winter dandruff These other dudes as fakey as bombshell bras Five nine but I look big on stage Big steppin' out of hundred thousand dollar cars But to get to that point there's one thing you gotta do I'm talkin mic check one Mic check, mic check, one, two Got sick of all my old friends Cannot kick it, kung foo I'm the one you drugged So all you get a f** you (laughs) So high up now The time is what I can't see What time is it man? Uhh ...midnight in Milwaukee