Charlie

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’m
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 this MD 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)