Well you can crash on my couch but I won't be your psychiatrist
Reading astrophysics but inside I hide a comic book
I like my room messy, I like my whiskey neat
I've killed some brain cells but still got my wisdom teeth
I like to go grocery shopping wearing socks and sandals
Right now I'm working on a novel full of carpet samples
I'm always faded cause I've had it with sobriety
On that Anne Frank, I'm an addict with a diary
So I don't know what this hipster rap means
But I squeeze a lot of money in these skinny-ass jeans
Like chill mami, this shit ain't Armani
It's Salvation Army, why you salivating on me?
Ever since Satan gave me a spray-tan
I killed Jiminy Cricket with a Raid can
Got no conscience, and no consciousness until the A.M
'round up the empties, let's go take 'em in
Look at all these beer cans
They're gonna make us rich!
Look at all these beer cans
They're gonna make us rich!