CHARLIE (feat. Shayan Roy)

Ain't no fuckin ABBA, need no dancing queen, (man)
She so sweet, but I'm like, no, no misery, (she's like)
Baby you the loneliest you ever been (but that)
Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen. (all that)

Molly got me falling, got me feelin' great, (got me)
Calling home, like mommy, maybe I'll be late, (think I'm)
Nookie ing, but I don't need to fornicate, (I'm like)
Forty J down, (but) I make no mistake

(You)
Looking for a Lennon, I'm a Morrison,
(huh) On the edge again, Cobain'ing when you calling for a Kiedis, and
(huh) "Be a better son" (huh) Try it every day,
Should be listenin to Ma, I listen to M. A. (AAAH)

But what she say? Some' bout "zero to a hunnit quick",
(yuh?) I'm either still like I'm Pacific, or I'm hunting shit,
(shit) I can't condone it, but I need the E to keep it real,
(yuh?) I overdo the pill, (shit) I'm back again, and now I

Move like a fucking groovemaster from the '70s,
Smooth on my tongue, tune showing me what heaven is,
Too dumb to stop, true soldier of the ganja, I,
Ooh, that shit knock, do that shit bout a hundred times.

I'm getting freaky, freaky, fucked on a Wednesday,
My dude, I shoulda listen up when the 'rents say,
"Son, if you wanna be a Lecter, leave no entrails",
(Nah, I'm just fucking with you man, moms just wanted me to be a doctor)

Ain't no fuckin ABBA, need no dancing queen, (man)
She so sweet, but I'm like, no, no misery, (she's like)
Baby you the loneliest you ever been (but that)
Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen. (all that)

Molly got me falling, got me feelin' great, (got me)
Calling home, like mommy, maybe I'll be late, (think I'm)
Nookie ing, but I don't need to fornicate, (I'm like)
Forty J down, (but) I make no mistake

(I feel like Hov)
I got 99 problems,
But I'm creepin on these rappers like I'm bout to fuckin drop em,
Like a rock em sock em robot,
You playing game of thrones, bitch I'm drogon,
Soon as I get my roll on.

And I be spittin and smoking swishes like I do no wrong,
I'm happy like a proton, it's the X, the shit I'm doped on,
(so fucked up), see my ex-girl she like the slow song,
So i be turning the tempo up, Bitch I'm going broke, I be

Lying to your face, if I tell you I'm getting sober the more that I'm getting older
(I'm getting high like a motherfucker)
I got a chip up on my shoulder, and maybe you got yourself one too, but mine is colder,
(I'm getting high like a motherfucker)

All this jouska in my head like it's October,
All these M's in my stream like it's all over,
I'm getting closer to pretending I don't know ya,
I know I never told ya, but all of this shit is for ya.

Ain't no fuckin ABBA, need no dancing queen, (man)
She so sweet, but I'm like, no, no misery, (she's like)
Baby you the loneliest you ever been (but that)
Coco make me glow, I got that Charlie Sheen. (all that)

Molly got me falling, got me feelin' great, (got me)
Calling home, like mommy, maybe I'll be late, (think I'm)
Nookie ing, but I don't need to fornicate, (I'm like)
Forty J down, (but) I make no mistake

(I feel like Hov)