Fresh Produce

Sunny days used to come around like blue moons
One in a million, cause I made it rain a monsoon
Dirty dishes in the sink, liquor on my breath
Dirty women in my sheets, counting my regrets
Got my liver wanna tweak, I tell him be a champ
My trip to Malibu is jaded by some stomach cramps
Tourin' in my Box' because it’s cheaper than a rental van
Talk about my bookin', Chris the fuckin' librarian
Visit girls aquariums, then socially I bury 'em
Not that I’m cold hearted, I just don’t know how to manage 'em
Call my number any second, never use my planner much
Playin' this in school cause yo momma been a fan of us
And I thank her cause I wanna be on the road again
Gettin' high off life and ragin' daily at my shows again
Bumpin' old Thelonius and causing pandemonium
Know my future televised, get them cameras focused in
So we reach to the sky for a piece of the pie
I just wanna taste
Never be satisfied cause we down for the ride
Till I be put to sleep
Ooooh, keep floating on
Ooooh, keep floating on
Smiles eventually fade
I still remember the day I
Came to see a wonderful place
You ain’t gotta ask for it, it was made here for us
Smiles eventually fade
I still remember the day I
Came to see a wonderful place
You ain’t gotta ask for it, it was made here for us
If it’s Saturday I’m 'laxin
Fiendin' pizzas and some aspirin
Eating out the box because we ran all outta napkins
Blaming all my problems on relations in the past when
My beauty was Medusa, had me fatally attracted
Play some Marvin Gaye, you know your momma put me on
Dip before I tip, you said your momma wasn’t home
Turned a silly love story to a well-recorded porn
Now I’m on the road touring feeling sad you can’t enjoy it