[Intro]
I'm gettin' tired in here
(You smell me? Yeah, I smell you)
I like the old clothes too
Especially that-that jumpsuit
That Reebok on, yeah (Ash Roth)

[Verse]
Wake up around 12 and I go back to sleep
Wake up around 3 and I make some green tea
Yo, I live alone so I sleep nakie
If it gets a little cold slip something on my feet
Got a pretty chick, pretty good at reggae
Tell her that my lower back's pretty achy
Wait I mean the weight's more on my shoulder blades
I been holding up these bolders for a couple hundred days
Confused and dazed, Matt McConaughey
You'd be way cooler only if you had a J
I play bongos in the middle of the night
Sitting Indian position while I'm listening to Tribe
A mild guy, never like to fight
Get up in my face, tell you go and fly a kite
Fight or flight and I'm higher than a Mike
Who took off from the line in them 3's all white
A little grey, little red, little black
Big brain, big head, big sack
Don't run straight, man zig zag
Or they'll shoot you in your face while you're playing laser tag
Tag, dog, you don't even know
You wanna see my skills, then let's go to Ultrazone
Oh, no, you too busy getting dough?
Mo' money, mo' bitches, no really, what fo'
Don't you know the whole world's about to blow up
And if it don't then invest in guns and golds, brah
Learn to grow your own vegetables
And maybe a couple fruits for early in the mornin'
Yeah, I like my fresh juice orange
Eggs fried, yolk broke, bread warm
Stretch my legs like I'm about to beat Bjorn
In the fucking French Open cause I got a good forehand
Damn, I'm lazy as fuck
I'd be the best rapper but I never get up
Lay in the cut-cut, California King
With a middle age mistress missing her wedding ring
Cool Runnings on projector screens
Smoking weed that be ecto-green
Read Seventeen so it seems I'm in the scene
When I'm hitting on some teens at the ice-skating rink
Wink-wink, what it be sex-kitten?
Won't give you any fish, teach you how to go fishing
How to do dishes, keep the sink glistening
Can't stand the cups when they're dirty in the kitchen
So pardon, while I drink out of the carton
Letting out a fart, itching on my pubic garden
Darn it, took it a little too far
And now we have to cut you off right after this next part
Don't call me, just text
Two balls, don't forget
Ash Roth, know I'm the best yet
At TJ Maxx pickin' out a bed set