Time Machine ft. Edan - “@$$hole”

[Emcee(s): Jaysonic, Edan, and Comel 15]

[Producer(s): Edan]

[Verse 1: Jaysonic]

Find yourself in a pickle. Where’d that dill come from? They said

“No weapons in the party,” but you still brung one, ‘cause

That ain’t no noisemaker tucked into your waist, and that

Loud, booming sound ain’t the subwoofer bass. The party

People came for fun, but your Uzi weighs a ton, and

You’re cruising for a bruising ‘cause you’re snoozing on hon with a

Razor in her weave, so when you asked her to leave, you couldn’t

Take “no” for an answer and her gold you retrieved. Chain-

-snatching? Don’t you know that shit is out of fashion?

Here comes the cousin It, and he’s down for “Monster Mashing”

Picked up a barstool, but then he pulled out a tool and he

Laughed (“’cause you played yourself”) like a fool. Pis-

-tol-whipped with your very own pistol grip, plus

A bonus buck fifty from your ‘round-the-way chick

People started to dip, but when they saw you get hit, they flipped

The script to get in their own punches and kicks. A bloody

Pulp on floor. What a sight. The eyes closed. Secu-

-rity said, “Thanks, y’all, for doing my chores.” Dragged

You out to the alley with the urine and rats. Ain’t shit

Funny still, money? Man, we had to laugh

[Hook: Sample from [?] - "[?]"]

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself...

[Verse 2: Edan]

Feeling alienated, I’ll move through the crowd

The bullshit, I tuned it out, but, still, I’ll do the rounds

I’ll do the pounds, the hugs, plus the cordial kisses

He’s at the bar, getting drinks. You’re trying to score the digits

All these people on the party scene is trying to fuck

The venue got a reputation, so they're lining up

I’ve seen, like, fifty brutes kick it to this pretty crew of

Bitties who was getting attention from how the titties move

The world of witty fools trying to play it pretty smooth

But they was silly too and shallow like the kiddie pool

I’ll play the wall like a zen Buddhist, a trend student

You’ve been stupid, trying to fondle on a fly model

That's when the wine bottle shattered on the dance floor

I saw you laying on the ground with your pants torn

You copped a feel like a heel and got slapped cold

[Hook: Sample from [?] - "[?]"]

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself just like an asshole

Because you played yourself...

[Verse 3: Comel 15]

Spent that pay-

-check on sex on beaches, all the get-ups. Spinning, vo-

-miting on that denim. Where’s your boys when you fuck? Don’t want

You, and that’s called a [?]. Wait, you done did what? Where’s your

Cellphone? I think you left it on that countertop fluff. Down and

Out, now you’re pointing fingers, saying I’m bugging out. I told

You beer, before, like it was [?] then Guinness stout. I pray

You make it home safe. Not in a ditch, having dreams, but there’s

A ten percent chance you make it there in one piece. I’m feeling

Sorry if [?] if, in your pockets, was keys. Do I

Need to say more or read the next obituary? Excuse

[?] you should have never set him off. His stomach

Muscle’s this weak, representing your demeanor. You got

Hit by a Beemer. You punched some dents in his car. Now you just

Got a beef but now you came out your Adidas. O

For one [?] going O for three. Tell you’re

[?] glass-eye at this point, but missing two teeth. Came the

Police, and now you’re going down with everyone, stink. There’s

Four dudes, two desks. The jail door went “clink.” The four

Dudes in the same crew, so on you they beat. You spent

The night on the floor. How comfortable is concrete? Reserved

For assholes

[Outro: Sample from [?] - "[?]"]

Because you played yourself...