Um

I'm the type to get freaky at an
afternoon function (what the fuck?)
Drink a little too much
Say some dumb shit that I know I'll regret (true)
Didn't pay the bill, now my ass is in debt (shit)
Money in a mattress, so yeah, you can't snatch this
But, every now and then, I blow it on some acid, it's
Bleach-blond baby like JT
But seein' a wifey
I got bills to pay, mouths to feed, cost a fee, shit
That's a lot, you see
So on the count of three, don't want N-O-P
But, go one, two, three

'Cause I feel your pressure from afar
Tell 'em all, "Hush now, don't talk"
All I really want is pleasure, but no scars
Is that easy for you? My sound
'Cause I know my head hurt, don't stop (Please stop)
Gotta keep 'em guessin', don't flop