Je Demande Pour Un Pote

Meet me at 6pm for breakfast
In the eastern part of town
Where boys and girls are dressed in black
And
My daddy has a house
No I don’t have to work no more
My daddy’s got that
With them suicide doors
I think I’ll go to art school
And pull some poetry out my ass
Top shelf pills for top shelf reasons
For me to skip that Monday class
Life’s so short yeah life’s so short
And that’s all good because it bores me
Will I ever get involved
Well I reckon you can’t force me
No no no no
This the boogie
Get that guest list get that pussy
Uh huh
That boogie
It’s about gtting that ass
Who’s got that number for the cocaine?