Turn up the volume, your head is bobbin, forget your problems

This is my request to build my coffin out the speaker column

It costs you nothin’ to feel it bumpin’, call that a bargain

(Excuse me did you say something?)

I said turn up the volume

Wrote a damn masterpiece with a sharpie

Lookin’ for my car keys found weed

Rolled a blunt, sparked it up, she hit it twice took a shot and I fell in love

Imma try and spit a verse before I black out

I’m seeing stars in an open bar so don’t even start

This shit has gone too far, goin’ 50 in a 35 flippin’ off a cop car

For real?

Nah who the hell you think we are?

I’m just a guy with a blindfold and a puzzle tryna pick the right part

But alas, at last, I found the right piece

What’s in the trunk gives me a chance to breath

When I got what you need, we go at my speed

Can't keep up? Drop to your knees

I been rappin’ since I (sucked) I’ll keep rappin ‘til I (suck)

And I trust that you’ll boo me off stage if I’m not real enough

So go ahead hit the club, Imma blow a whole eighth

Getting stoned on my tour bus while you’re puking on your north face

Turn up the volume, your head is bobbin, forget your problems

This is my request to build my coffin out the speaker column

It costs you nothin’ to feel it bumpin’, call that a bargain

(Excuse me did you say something?)

I said turn up the volume

Kickin’ up dust in the Rust Belt nonstop

Froze so I’m wearing wool socks but we’re on top

It’s startin’ to feel quite a lot like a long shot

Like I blacked out being white on the wrong block

Ticky ticky tock goes the clock and the process

Obnoxious and out of options, I lost conscience

I feel like dog shit

I’ll start a fire in a mosh pit I’d rather be a liar than a convict (Congress)

Cop it, roll it, burn it, blunted, even ballin’ on a budget

Thats what they call that stoner love

The hard north’s just par for livin’ in a cardboard box by the harbor

Hardcore, like you’re on all fours catchin’ more holes than a dartboard

Cuttin’ more green than a golf course

Far more it’s evident the president is presently punked

If you’re breakin’ off a little bit, I’m takin me the chunk

You’re claiming that your innocent but covered in the blood

Everybody know your girl loves free drugs

All she ever dates is these deadbeat duds

And your girl wanna meet me because

She can’t enough of these deadbeat duds

Aw yeah, believe me, 'cause

Turn up the volume, your head is bobbin, forget your problems

This is my request to build my coffin out the speaker column

It costs you nothin’ to feel it bumpin’, call that a bargain

(Excuse me did you say something?)

I said turn up the volume

She can never get enough of these deadbeat duds, believe me cuz!