Caray (feat. Lefty SM)

(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Alzada films, The Witch is on the beat, Sauceda, Surgeon on
The controls, Lefty, hey Tony)

Oh, oh, oh, damn
How I love to roam around
So high, yah yah yah
Oh, oh, oh, damn
How I love to roam around
So high, yah yah yah yah

Over time I've learned a few things
That not everyone can be called a friend
And the closest one might want to see you drown
Honestly, sometimes I wish I could be a kid again
The one up there controls, but trust me, I don’t
Better not screw up, don’t act like a fool
Many will betray you just to see you down
Better ask for help so they can get me out of this mess

The past hit me
I step aside
Neither good nor bad
With pure thugs
I’m just messing around
Hoping my luck doesn’t run out
Don’t be shocked if you see me quiet
Sorry if I show up drunk
And so what? I’ve earned it

And just so you learn
Tonight I’m taking off your clothes
Happy because the feast is on

Oh, oh, oh, damn
How I love to roam around
So high, yah yah yah
Oh, oh, oh, damn
How I love to roam around
So high, yah yah yah yah

Nothing was given, buddy, I earned it
Intoxicated by the system, you know who I’m with
I roll it up like it’s a joint
For the bitches, I’m a damn big dog

Hours pass trying to be better
Writing realities, fuck your love
If I’m hurt, don’t mess with me, please
Better bring out the beers to add some flavor

Nothing was free, we worked hard for it, buddy
A shitload of years, though honestly, it doesn’t show
It was through hard work and tying my balls tight
Chillin’ when the kids light up the weed

I don’t care what they say, or what they’ll say
In the end, my life is my world, they can mind their business
I’m still crazy as always, it’s nothing new
What’s mine is mine, and no one’s taking it away

Oh, oh, oh, damn
How I love to roam around
So high, yah yah yah
Oh, oh, oh, damn
How I love to roam around
So high, yah yah yah yah

From Monday to Sunday, I’m always high (hey Tony)
(The Shit Massive is in the house, you bastards)
Nothing is given, you have to earn it
(It’s Lefty, baby)
(That’s Sauceda)
In tough times, no one helps you
(It’s Clan Records)
Nothing is easy, get your act together
(Pure Sonora, dog)
For this hangover
(The Shit Massive)