[Verse 1]

Well you can crash on my couch but I won't be your psychiatrist

Reading astrophysics but inside I hide a comic book

I like my room messy, I like my whiskey neat

I've killed some brain cells but still got my wisdom teeth

I like to go grocery shopping wearing socks and sandals

Right now I'm working on a novel full of carpet samples

I'm always faded cause I've had it with sobriety

On that Anne Frank, I'm an addict with a diary

So I don't know what this hipster rap means

But I squeeze a lot of money in these skinny-ass jeans

Like chill mami, this shit ain't Armani

It's Salvation Army, why you salivating on me?

Ever since Satan gave me a spray-tan

I killed Jiminy Cricket with a Raid can

Got no conscience, and no consciousness until the A.M

'round up the empties, let's go take 'em in

[Hook]

Look at all these beer cans

They're gonna make us rich!

Look at all these beer cans

They're gonna make us rich!

[Verse 2]

Yo the good die young, fly tongues like amphibians

Mad as Sam Kineson, jam them damn synonyms

In until we're lamping, mansions, San Simeon

Way before Eminem rapped in a Caribbean accent

I was killing 'em back when I was just a kid

Now I'm switching bitches up like Aunt Vivian

Yeah, the anti-thesis, rap different, innovator

Channeling my dark side, my inner Vader

English major since the incubator, I rock it like the greatest did it

Making all the bread and then I'm sopping up the gravy with it

Stop it with the hating, it is so last year

I'm on that '93 til like an old cashier

But there is no cash here, I'm as broke as you

I'm talking maxed out plastic and loans for school

Still these women getting overly consumed

Your little sister wishing I would climb out of the poster in her room

[Hook]

Look at all these beer cans

They're gonna make us rich!

Look at all these beer cans

They're gonna make us rich!

Let's go take 'em out!