Coca-Cola

I'm feeling like a little bit of, "who are you?" A stupid dude who's new to doing all the "doot do-doos" Slow it down and quit acting like I've done blew a fuse Growing up just made me a child inside a hangman's noose I, I think I timed it wrong Come with me Carl G for a ride along You like that girl, Domonique? Well you should write a song Grab a microphone and set it free by singing until it's gone, and I Can relate, but lately I'm on a page That's painted with a picture from 1880 plus 8 I'm trying to add a hundred, be John, and find me a Kate Because I'm stuck up in the same shit of mastering dumb debates, hold up Look, why am I not acting like a clown I don't know, sink or swim, but I'm tripping, like I'm gonna drown I call the chick grumpy, but I'm the one with a frown Because the only way for me to get up is to get around, let's go I smoke oxygen, and I drink Coca-Cola and shit I write rhymes, you can find me on the corner, I spit I love life, but I'm really getting over all of it So I'ma keep on, keep walking down this road Eyes closed because the future isn't shown to us yet My cheat code is an up and down all over again I love life but I'm feeling too damn old for this shit Hands high, as I keep walking down this road I told my ex to hit the spacebar Next I knew, she was drunk on Mars She had a pickup line, it was "Yo, Atticus, come pick me up" I said I can't, because I ain't got no car So here's your cards, deal with them, while I deal with mine Military time, 18, a 50, and nine Johnny walked the streets, but never read no lines I'm too school for cool breaking rules all of the time Yo, it's substance abuse, I never have no fun I work all damn day, up and out in the sun Cycle through a million skies until I say that I'm done Ain't no wonder why I'm always trying to snag me a gun, and look I'm just trying to relax Kick back, laugh, make a couple of tracks Hit playback, say "that shit's wack", get no ass Take a bath, a nap, is that too much to ask? Like, dag I smoke oxygen, and I drink Coca-Cola and shit I write rhymes, you can find me on the corner, I spit I love life, but I'm really getting over all of it So I'ma keep on, keep walking down this road Eyes closed because the future isn't shown to us yet My cheat code is an up and down all over again I love life but I'm feeling too damn old for this shit Hands high, as I keep walking down this road