Popular Man

I got problems, vices, I bite with 'em often
I like to be off of my rocker, I’ll stop a promise but baby
Why’s a hundred dollar bill rolled up on all the plates?
I like the look of money right next to my entrée
I see some Jack in ya glass-per that is and how she be sippin'
So baby show me the money I got a road for two-fifty
I hope you wake up tomorrow with a headache and say sorry
You’ll probably say that you’ll take a break but can’t wait 'til it’s Friday
I been up the last three days; I’m out of commission, listen, don’t ask me
favors
A week later we’ll snip straws, keys, plates, and other women I’m running like «bye, be safe»
These days we love to make suppers
Forget whatcha picked up at a witch cupboard
Whoops, thank god I guess, shit I probably should’ve thought ahead
Ugh
A quarter-pound in my kitchen, baby, a couple tricks up my sleeve
They call me Ken Sniffey Junior when I step to the plate, but always walk alone
when I leave (kick it with me)
I got my back against a brick wall and a fence
When I was young I was wrong, I thought it all wouldn’t end
Now I’m on my last hundred in cash
Tryna make it home with a hundred dollars left
I got my back against a brick wall and a fence
When I was young I was wrong, I thought it all wouldn’t end
Feeling like a popular man, when I was in the dark underground with the band
I got vices, issues, I misuse 'em often
I bet you wanna be part of the party, partner, I did too
Why’s she on the front steps, undressed
And why’s she still licking the baggy there’s none left
Awesome, I’ll be damned if the house ain’t haunted
Got 'em, celebrate Halloween around autumn
And I got a baby bottle, half codeine, half sprite liter
And I probably won’t sleep tonight, but I didn’t sleep last night either
I rarely find myself by myself, I feed off energy
Gin and soda water with citrus, baby
A smooth walk when I leave
I moon-walk on the streets and two-hop to the beat
My new bride’s new pet-peeve is I talk in my sleep I find it hard to believe
But I’d be lying by trying to say it’s hard to be me
Don’t nobody, don’t nobody wanna kick it with me?
I got my back against a brick wall and a fence
When I was young I was wrong, I thought it all wouldn’t end
Now I’m on my last hundred in cash
Tryna make it home with a hundred dollars left
I got my back against a brick wall and a fence
When I was young I was wrong, I thought it all wouldn’t end
Feeling like a popular man, when I was in the dark underground with the band