(Optimus)
Eighteen years old with nothing to loose 
Smoking weed with my friends doin shots of booze
Sipping on some beers made my thinking unclear
Felt confident behind the wheel my parent's house was near 

Couple breath mints I could fool my dad 
Adolescent pussy hound, life was hella rad
I took the turn a tad wide my right tire in the shoulder
Flashing police lights, damn, I got pulled over 

Couldn’t really talk my way out of this one 
“Eyes look glassy son,” said the policeman
I failed the Breathalyzer of course, aww shucks 
Zero tolerance in the state of NY, I’m fucked

He put the handcuffs on me I’m like, “Oh no!”
Pulled over a stones throw from my home 
Book ‘em Dan-o, we got conclusive evidence 
Took me to the station, took my finger prints 

Flimsy little blanket scratchy as fuck 
I’m in the drunk tank just my luck
They got me in the cell with the cold steel bars 
For the crime of getting drunk and driving in my car 

I was only eighteen, my dad was pissed 
My mom got angry and had a fit 
People called me a juvenile delinquent 
But I didn’t give a fuck I just kept drinking

(Kid Sleepy)
Notes in a gun, letters in the chamber
Of secrets on leaflets stained with profane words
Aimless brainiac locked in a manger
Marry a debutante Hermione Granger

Demeter drinking liters with this leader of the goblets
Lamenting, now and later, hearing rappers kindergarten
Flows, I’m condescending to a sarge, I’ll manifest these bars (get it?)
Made anisette from fruit fermenting under beds (ain't hard)

Gandolifini logic but hobbles like a Hobbit
Got no place to place what I used to place in pockets
Ah shit, grab the walls, shake down lockers by COs
Thank god C P C S in the third, here’s some context

Sold objects to convicts plus guns
No exaggeration - four minus one
Distribute rainbow baggies since the bells went ding
Attired in green raggies silver jail cells clink

In cream colored halls, broads with red bull tattoos
In orange jumpsuits, bread and cheese for food
Nostalgic for the knowledge and the purple tape (and)
Black keys and white stripes and female relations

Patience… gotta lotta time to go
Blue buses gonna be skidding on into the snow
If you a’int listening to me, you better be in jail
And if you laid up in county break out and set sail