[Verse 1]

Got a cup full of ice and I'm 'bout to get free

Don't lecture 'bout vices, homie, you're not me

I'm not special but I know about depression

And been making music for ten years

What's your question?

Yes, it's stressful, but I'm not the esoteric type

Bo Derek with the volume 'till I'm paralyzed

Top ten? You can fuck that ven(ue)

Never hold my breath: iron lunged leviathan

My girl would play bluegrass before my shit

But it's cool, 'cause I don't respect an ass kiss

Whatever comes up must come out

Brother Ali probably doesn't like my style

But I'm feeling his - what up to Rhymesayers

Black Paisley respects your fucking grind players

And we awkward, a little like Lee Dewyze

But those who listen closely can read between the lines

[Hook]

Got my drink in my cup so I'm ready for whatever

Gotta put my time in so I'm 'bout to pull the lever

No time like the present and I'm gonna live forever

Tired of being tired, never hear me say never

With a hand to the sky and my head in the clouds

I'm trying to get high, never wanna come down

My feet on the ground even though I feel fly

Even after take off I'm home

[Verse 2]

I feel like music can be electric

In fact, on that, I'll bet this:

My hurt and pain are second string when playing Byron Leftwich

I make this music for my people who use it

Exactly for the same reason I do, I'm still tryna get through

Like half the population

The same boat rockin', waitin'

Maryland crabs inside the bucket tryna stop the hatin'

The pain is thick and dense, and that just has me mocking Satan

As if I believed in anything but the ones who made me

And shaped me. Got friends, and family, and my music

And to me they equal God, so you keep your funny ruses

Amused by all the ignorance displayed in our community

Not really cool to talk about, but fuck it, that's what true to me

What's new to me?

Not much homeboy

Rode pretty hard last quarter century

Learned a few things - forgot a bunch more

Hence why I spit for the memories

No benching me

I'm A-team here on out

So go ahead and just clear on out

And you can try to play tough

But you know you smell like

A little Lake Huron trout

I'm off of it, and back on again

Never read much Kurt Vonnegut

But I should have 'cause that would have probably

Helped me with my ponderin'

Like a conduit, you find promising

Communicate with no admonishment

Eye to eye, you don't need an icon

To tell you that it's time to win

[Hook]

Got my drink in my cup so I'm ready for whatever

Gotta put my time in so I'm 'bout to pull the lever

No time like the present and I'm gonna live forever

Tired of being tired, never hear me say never

With a hand to the sky and my head in the clouds

I'm trying to get high, never wanna come down

My feet on the ground even though I feel fly

Even after take off I'm home

[Outro]

Can't trouble my [?] with the pedal to the floor, oh-oh

No worries 'cause the drink's in my cup, and I'm never gonna spill no-oh

Got the windows down and the music turned up

Playin' some dumb shit, but we don't give a fuck

'Cause it's got a good beat, and we already drunk

Please drop us somewhere we can know