Cashmere Sweater, but K-Mart Headphones

Glass clear weather, but I bled slow

My head's low, zombie walking dead flow

My homies wake out of bed and get stoned

Medicine cabinets, lettuce smoking half of it

Kidney stone masochist has to piss

Spitting with spastic lips to Illmatic clips

While acid trips got him making classic licks

Drunk by the guitar you can call it fender bender

Love letter return to sender, tender

Cheap tricks throw big hits to get you to surrender

80's baby, but 90's crazy make you pretenders

With no brass in pockets, but we crashing rockets

Germans burning Sherman behind Sprockets

Got you feeling live on Saturday night

For now good times, but a sadder might

Ignore the stories of always partying dormitories

There's more to glory than shouts for the forty

Mama should have abort me, I've gone corny

Amy Winehouse dresses back to black to mourn me

As Nas pours a glass of cherry wine

Life is good yes I'm feeling very fine

Cop a bucket of red vines to pass time

Sharp words cause relationships to flat line

Chorus:

Life is good, but it could always be better

Homies keep telling me that I should forget her

Cat and mice, searching for the cheddar

Please king me like your name is Coretta

Verse 2

Please, please king me like checkers

Expressing common woes over dominoes

Looking for a girl down to model clothes

They like Sara Bareilles they bottle souls

Sunny days in funny ways

We found this pot of gold

Where Asher Roth and his honeys blaze

Remind me of this thought of old

Your treasure is where your heart is

I'm just hoping that heaven's not the farthest

Destination, this life test I'm taking

Got me to S.A.T because I don't know how to A.C.T

Maybe Awolnation has embraced A.D.H.D

See me fresh like 88 keys

Babies blaze trees with the baby face steeze

I just don't know where to place these achy knees

In heaven where gods play Sade

I'm just vagabond turned padowan

An Anakin racing past mannequins in a pod race

King me on the throne that I sat upon

Repeat chorus