What Do You Do (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

This tambourine

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Shaker

Man, I think I'm Eric André

Man, I think I'm Louis C.K

Man, I think so therefore I am, man, it's 8:00 a.m.

Man, my mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes

My brother, one of the only ones I can confide in

It ain't no water in the pool, go 'head and dive in (dive in)

I toot my horn, I blow my bugle, I recycle

I say, "Free beluga whales" on YouTube, what do you do?

Okay

The pussy like trouble 'cause I'm in it often

A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin

But down the slope in my toboggan

Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin

Now it's seven in the morning, this rapper life is so boring

Still at it, the drug absorbent, endorphin addict, yeah

The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet

I know a bitch who'll let you fuck her for Coachella passes

Oh, so pompous, the ambiance

You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian

I saw you meditatin', get your Gandhi on

If she got that stank puss, then I won't be long

Never lose your mind 'cause insanity is brutal

Life is just like college, all you have's your noodle

Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man

Me and Mikey go back like Bron-Bron's headbands

The white American, hiding from the Aryan

New Tibetan Mastiff, and he hate it when you stare at 'im

Jump in, the jacuzzi on (yeah), say I fuck witchu the long way

I love you more than Kanye love Kanye (and I'm a)

Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers

I'm in the suburbs doin' drive-by's on Razor scooters

It's my first try, swear I got a third eye

It's work time, I sell the coke to students out in Irvine

Ehh, coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai

Why we go through hell when we tryna get to paradise?

It's like we ain't scared of death, but we scared of life

It's like we shootin' for the stars, but we scared of heights

I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord

We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4

Get high, fuck her with the Tech Deck

Callin' local middle schools and send in some death threats

Hey look

When I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart

I need the briefcase in 15 minutes

Or everybody's finished

I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black

I'm gettin' lit with Da$h, you don't see us in the back

No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million cash

Oh, yeah

Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top

We can keep ridin' for now

Let me off at the top

The road keeps windin' around

Let me off at the top

Oh, I'm high as the clouds

Let me off at the top

Hey motherfucker, shut your motherfuckin' mouth!

Yeah!

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