[Intro]
Hello again
I'm hella hungry though dude, let's finish this shit quick
Alright, I'ma start rapping

[Verse 1: Sam Lachow, Sam Lachow & Ariana DeBoo]
So I typed a text to twenty girls in my cell
But I forgot they could see it was sent to everyone else
Not too good with technology, you can obviously tell
Got me leaning on a whole other spell
Blame the four dollar wells
Happy hour, I'm happy now, I got Jack and sour
A bag of powder and half an hour, we're back in Ballard
Sam Lachowder always having a fit, gettin' ripped
We'll network and now my manager's pissed, uh
Flowtastic, I'm hoping I don't panic
My bros, they know Sammy
The hoes think I'm romantic (aww)
Broke rappers, with slow jabs I'll beat 'em up
But my fans hoping soon I'ma speed it up

[Verse 2: Sam Lachow]
Careful buddy, you pay for pussy, I pay for nothing
I pay for product, you pay the piper, I pay for profit
See I make something out of nothing you dumb-dumb
A laptop trumpet then a drum, a-rrrumpa-bum-bum-bum
Bum, bum, been down for my people
Better keep my tab open, 'nother round of tequila
From the ground, til' they need a lick of brown, green roofie
You prefer to use a needle, I prefer to use a rubber
Prefer to roll a [?] and you prefer to use a bumper
I'ma bang her, I'ma thump her, I'ma bang her, I'ma hump her
I'm a hell of a mess, I'll send regrettable texts
She tell the address, I'll probably have regrettable sex

[Verse 3: Sam Lachow, Ariana DeBoo]
See I just saw the little homies at the park (at the park)
Looking for some shelter from the rain, it's getting dark (it's getting dark)
See they don't hide it from police 'cause now it's legal in these streets
So they're just tryna find a place where they can spark (spark)
And now I'm smiling, reminiscing 'bout the start
Lookin' for a spot to blow a blunt, who's got the car?
See, this was back before me and my homies had apartments
Hit the Taco Bell on 10th, I'm fucking starvin'
I was in the Caddie blowing fatties with my hands in the air
Skinny cool little stoner, I'll find a bum on the corner
I'll give him 30 bucks to get the cheapest shit in the store
The liquor's just for the bitches and this is all we'll afford
Back when Skylar used to bring the Henney Black to the fun
Back when Rotoro's mom made him the bomb sack lunch
Now I'm looking at these kids and all they have is their crew
I can't judge ya, I was just like you

[Verse 4: Sam Lachow]
But now I hit the gas pedal
The last letter of the alphabet, double-O, M
Zoom past all the last place haters, burst bubbles, earn paper (ah)
Burn vapor (ah)
(When will you learn hater?)
I don't miss you, remember? You miss me
I'm lying to ladies, tell 'em "I'm busy" and 6'2," on Tinder
Now listen, Jennifer
I'm about to take a super dab
Hopped out the shower to the party in an Uber cab
You play checkers homie, we play chess
I'm feeling old 'cause I used to masturbate to VHS
I'm drinking beer, eatin' pop rocks, clear of the cop goggs
Seattle like a Subaru, hippie like a hula hoop
Sugar coated candy
Bitch I ain't sweet, I'm Sammy sour Huckleberry
I'm a blickety-boss and you're a clickety-cluck
That's your lickety-loss, don't give a flickety-fuck, but

[Verse 5: Sam Lachow, Sam Lachow & Ariana DeBoo]
I could be that good guy in your life, but I'm a guy and I might
Get up and fly in the night (prolly)
But, she kinda cool and if she got cool joints, I might (uh)
Talk to her in my Ja Rule voice
I could feed the pussy up, eat the pussy up, beat it blue-black, Back to back episodes of Orange Is The New Black, uh
Always assumed you'd be a one done thing
It's hella crazy how long one month seems
And now I'm rhymin' 'bout ya
We're both damaged; you started out as a fan, and I started out as the man and we started out with some baggage
Take you out to Bumbershoot, have a hell of a weekend (yeah)
Some vodka in an Aquafina bottle and sneak in (c'mon)
I got a lot of girlfriends and shit, but if they hear this, I'll never hear the end of it
But baby, we could have could have a future even though we got some history
I'ma fuck you like I hate you if you lick me like you miss me, uh

[Verse 6: Sam Lachow, Sam Lachow & Ariana DeBoo]
You see the fans follow, you see the girls swallow
I did it all without ever rhyming bottle with model
Or college with knowledge
Or Bacardi with party
At least I hope not, you won't find those, partner
And back that in, used to get that in
And you would bring ten girls and I would bring ten friends
Teach game to the rappers and backpackers
Show-show 'em how to move in a room full of crack-addicts, uh
Well I don't want to let my manager down
Shit, of course I want my fam to be proud
I kinda, kinda, kinda, kinda like the way the chips are landing right now
My real fans, they know the real Sam Lachow, uh
At this point, my only chance to be better is take off the beer goggles if I get to sleep ever
Easy money, cheap cheddar, I peaked at Part 2
Or is there any hope that Part 3 will be better, uh

[Outro]
Ha ha ha ha
80 Bars Part 3
[?] good one!
Alright, cut