Текст песни Without a License - Buck Bowen

Bitch, stop fucking around
You wanna piss away the day because no ones around
You wanna fuck off feeling lazy
Like it's gonna happen maybe
No it isn't get your ass of the couch quit bullshitting

What the fuck you think this isn't
A god damned scrimmage for your life before live it? Hey did it
Ever occur that you will never recur
When you're long gone and dead in the dirt

Yeah, but you were busy jerking off
Hoping it would happen but it didn't so you cursed the gods
Blaming everyone around you like they played a fucking role
In all your dumb ass decisions lacking self control

You need check yourself doop, fuck your excuse
God damn wanna puke, man that's Word to mom Duke
What a disgrace
You make me wanna tie an anchor to my leg and jump in a lake

What up? Oh you thought I left
Bitch I'm a be here forever I don't sleep I don't rest
I don't take no fucking naps, does it looks like I relax
I survive off of stress, ain't no test I can't pass

I'm a fucking keep it moving, show and proving
Song after song track beat I'm producing
Flip off the top don't stop how I do shit
Honey boo boo special juice getting loose it's

Just another day at the factory
Trying to work around these no skill having whack mcs
Every damn day of my life
On my knees begging god please stay off the mic

But that shit ain't happening
They keep on rapping it's
Part of the fabric the masses they ask for it
Man fuck this I'm out
I'm shit inside your ear so you can hear how it sounds