Lyrics It's Paper - Madcon , Paperboys

Con, con herre, reppin one the microphone
Paperboys here, reppin one the microphone
Double A coming through, we were slightly gone
Critical, vegabond keep it tight for y′all
(Vinni)
Yo i know i'm hopeless i was high when i wrote this
So focus, i don′t wanna die with the dopeness
I lie staring at the sky by the pochers
Buenas noches, see the pies that approach us
Stockbrokes knocking cockroaches
We dot the posters, the top postmokers
Leaving the beer coz i ain't leaving this chair