Uh, waiter bring another round please
Bring that mother fucker back
A couple more, they like it all please
Cuz y'all know how to act
And I don't give a fuck, can I live?
Cuz we be doin' too much shit,
Just a couple of kids from eastside of the 2-1-6
Bummin' a dollar and a dream real shit
Every day I wake, higher than the night before
Blackin' out every night on tour
5 am we jump into the pool with our drawers
'Til the cops come Run, run, fuck the law
And I was born to be wild,
Sex, rock and roll and weed piles
Runnin' from the oldest seniles
Follow in my steps, then you walkin' a green mile
Trees in my pockets like my denims a greenhouse
Lead my team town?
Tell me what's my age again?
How many hours 'til I rage again?
This is the story of a young boy and the page we in
Say that he off chasin' fame again,
And there he goes almost famous bitch

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The bittersweet between my teeth
Tryin' to find the in-betweens
Fall back in love eventually
Yeeaahhhhhh

Uh, half naked and almost famous
Wild nights and all those places
I be, half naked and almost famous
And when I get up I ain't changin',
Tell the world lace up
Yea, come rage with the Machine bitch
EST the team bitch
Never got a college degree,
Too busy raisin' hell like it was friday the 13th bitch
Fuck clothes and fuck hoes
Hundred dollars worth of munchies, truckloads
Eighty-nine cent slushy in the cuphold,
Don't know where I'm goin', but we gone what's home?
Maybe I'll just mapquest my dream,
And it'll say the address was me
So what I really wanted all alongs been camouflaged by deed?
I'm not a pro, I just dogged the lead?
California dreams,
Where we sick of boring cleveland weather man
Wishin' for heat, I guess I need to see the leather man?
Uh, I just wanna be young forever man
Roll the peter pan, light it up and went to Neverland
Mother fucker I'm gone

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