DAMN MAN (feat. Cursayer tha Tyrant)

I got a pussy playdate but I want to make music
She's bringing all the nugs
She wants to get me loose and
She wants to get me stupid so she can hop on and peruse it
I charge for this seed, this love ain't for abusing
In my Marquis cruising
I got all the fruit for when were on the beach zooted
The maca's from Peru
The ganja's from the moon calling shots Babe Ruth
Makin movies in the dunes watchin' rockets disappear
Why are we here
If you wanna make change
You can't be scared
I yearn for the days of a family man
But the blunt's in my hand
Getting silly on the cam
I'm the damn man

Damn man
Got these tramp stamps
Doing hand stands
Runnin' round this damn land
Like a Can Am
Hittin' mothafuckin' grand slams
Slam bam, wham yam
God damn
Thank you ma'am

Bitch if you don't got a channy pack
Yo saggin' like granny racks
I'm swangin' like Manny Paq
Packin' my, Camelbacks
Adirondack climax
Left the 215
They said kid come back

Now I'm down in the swamps
Rap and sang
Changin' my lane
Swangin' my thang
The hoochie hound
The coochie conqueror
Captain conch fondler
I ponder
If yo momma
Needs an odometer
Slap my lips on her
Sweet peach cobbler
She goin' bonkers
Under her bed, a cookie crumbler
Closet nookie mongler
Nookie monster
Jawbreaker, gobstopper
I'll gobble yo mamma
Got a problem with stoppin
No filter I holler
I'm an improv monster

One word, Florida
Two words, start 'em
Big stage, concert
All men, aboard
We ain't taking shorts
How about a damn man encore

I got a pussy playdate but I want to make music
Thank you ma'am