Lyrics Interviews - Charl

Heath Stone
Slide outside
I'm on high tide
Yeah we hit him on the side
And we leave him cross-eyed
Then I hop back inside
Now I'm tired, now I'm tired
Now I gotta decide
I gotta choose
I gotta move
I gotta prove
But I got nothing to lose
Which one should I choose for the interviews

Yeah, I make it sound loose
I pull up with every juice
They always misuse
I gotta reduce
But that boy named Spruce
And he got a friend named Bruce
I don't got any excuses
But I often let loose

You better know me
You better show me
Yeah I got the key
And I need to pee
How many bands, 3
How do I feel, free
Yeah your momma see
And her name Zee

Dawg, I don't know about you
But if I had a dollar for every girl I've been with
I would be broke
I only eat egg yoke
That's my diet
I'm gonna start a riot, with the pilot
We better try it
And then tie it to his back
I kill a dog
And then I eat it like a flapjack
Did I mention that I live in a shack
Balls I lack
Cut some slack, and get back on track

Crazy
That's crazy but
You know what the best part is
Guess what
I don't care

I don't care, about what you do
The only thing I'm doing
Is taking a dook
I told em' that
And they were shook
I told them get back to work
Or they'll get taken away just like a crook
Yuh, just like a crook
I told them they'll get taken away just like a crook
I also told them
Don't forget to charge your Chromebook

Slide outside
I'm on high tide
Yeah we hit him on the side
And we leave him cross-eyed
Then I hop back inside
Now I'm tired, now I'm tired
Now I gotta decide
I gotta choose
I gotta move
I gotta prove
But I got nothing to lose
Which one should I choose for the interviews