Coca-Cola

I'm feeling like a little bit of, "who are you?"
A stupid dude who's new to doing all the "doot do-doos"
Slow it down and quit acting like I've done blew a fuse
Growing up just made me a child inside a hangman's noose
I, I think I timed it wrong
Come with me Carl G for a ride along
You like that girl, Domonique? Well you should write a song
Grab a microphone and set it free by singing until it's gone, and I
Can relate, but lately I'm on a page
That's painted with a picture from 1880 plus 8
I'm trying to add a hundred, be John, and find me a Kate
Because I'm stuck up in the same shit of mastering dumb debates, hold up
Look, why am I not acting like a clown
I don't know, sink or swim, but I'm tripping, like I'm gonna drown
I call the chick grumpy, but I'm the one with a frown
Because the only way for me to get up is to get around, let's go

I smoke oxygen, and I drink Coca-Cola and shit
I write rhymes, you can find me on the corner, I spit
I love life, but I'm really getting over all of it
So I'ma keep on, keep walking down this road
Eyes closed because the future isn't shown to us yet
My cheat code is an up and down all over again
I love life but I'm feeling too damn old for this shit
Hands high, as I keep walking down this road

I told my ex to hit the spacebar
Next I knew, she was drunk on Mars
She had a pickup line, it was "Yo, Atticus, come pick me up"
I said I can't, because I ain't got no car
So here's your cards, deal with them, while I deal with mine
Military time, 18, a 50, and nine
Johnny walked the streets, but never read no lines
I'm too school for cool breaking rules all of the time
Yo, it's substance abuse, I never have no fun
I work all damn day, up and out in the sun
Cycle through a million skies until I say that I'm done
Ain't no wonder why I'm always trying to snag me a gun, and look
I'm just trying to relax
Kick back, laugh, make a couple of tracks
Hit playback, say "that shit's wack", get no ass
Take a bath, a nap, is that too much to ask? Like, dag

I smoke oxygen, and I drink Coca-Cola and shit
I write rhymes, you can find me on the corner, I spit
I love life, but I'm really getting over all of it
So I'ma keep on, keep walking down this road
Eyes closed because the future isn't shown to us yet
My cheat code is an up and down all over again
I love life but I'm feeling too damn old for this shit
Hands high, as I keep walking down this road