Yeah, the party don't stop, we ain't wait for the weekend
You can look at my accomplishments if we need a reason
Tell the tender buy a bottle of whatever the cheapest
And we can figure out tomorrow if we swam in the deep end
First we hitting the movies and then we making a movie
Got a asshole fatter, it overflow the jacuzzi
Yeah, passing on that, you better kill me or sue me
'Cause I'd be out of my mind if I ever pass on a groupie
This the life for the young, broke and handsome
Pants on fire, do a dance or a handstand
Oh my God, fly to France, just landed
Oh my God, flash titties for the candid
Yeah, story told, never written
Looking to the future for a glimpse of my winning
Deep end with the sharks where I learned how to swim
Now I'm eating sushi, dabbing up some fishes and fins
Whoa, giving up on giving people second chances when they ask
Give a fuck about nothing, you wonder all about the past
Everybody laugh while the glass it is in your grasp
Too much of whatever's good for you is never gonna last
Too many have passed in the presence of your sleeping ass
Waking up to the news you wishing you could take it back
Dreaming stars when you stop sleeping, time to get the flash
Light up in the night, keep moving to another path
Cruising on control, find the speed that I go
Past people on the interstate where passengers grow
Doing numbers too fast for the car's speedometer
Throwing feet up on the dash but I stay on top of her
Got 18-wheelers giving toasts to the way that I stroll
Been only half a day, just passing a thousand or more
Just keep it a buzz, the feelings will flow
Stay strapped, America, spears in the coat
Yeah, we live the life, I catch the flight
Touchdown, time zone difference, it's almost like
The night never lasted for American bastards
Stay fresh to death, even inside my casket
Lately, I've been crafting classics
Ask 'em, if you dare to shrug the madness, better pass 'em
Something to enhance the past tense
Happened to be courtside for the last dance
Desert of snow, blizzard hell if it's cold
Folding life as we know it and half a soul, I've been told
Either way we'd be stepping up with no sense of direction
Sky full of clouds that we see right through deception
Carrying the messages, the goal, no exceptions
Keep a scroll or two for space, 'cause phones have got no reception
Bitches talking, try to with the rada-rada
No time lost to regenerate the power-power
Yo, would you lie for me, ride for me?
Tell me if you would die for me
When you're looking inside of me, tell me what do you see
I'm an expert in pressure, sometimes lesser is better
You're better off booking sessions with a Michael impression
Saving that for the later, instead of paper on gaiters
I swear to God like Cop Sport and never gone act theater
Rolling around with a pimp, blowing smoke to a stiff
I never roll with ya, but I'm another on your ship, yeah
Tell if a tale of a bitch, everybody wishing the hit
Truth be told, pussy ain't the gold that you wear on your wrist
No other ways, a fortune telling the future you missed
Like looking out the window at the dusk as it fades in the mist
Priorities based on I never love one place
Take a sip of the wine as I grab a piece of the cake
Champagne popping bottles, now it's time to toast for a break
And dodge the looks from the models, it's time to plan the escape