Текст песни
I'm
somewhere
on
the
rooftop,
howlin'
at
the
moon
They
lovin'
how
I
croon,
I'm
in
and
out
of
tune
Higher
than
new,
baggy
full
of
shrooms
Pourin'
beer
from
the
growler
in
the
goblets
of
my
goons
I'm
somewhere
on
the
rooftop,
howlin'
at
the
moon
They
lovin'
how
I
croon,
I'm
in
and
out
of
tune
Higher
than
new,
baggy
full
of
shrooms
Pourin'
beer
from
the
growler
in
the
goblets
of
my
goons
Yeah,
uh,
the
scale
need
cleanin',
the
light
pole
leanin'
The
fiends
still
fiendin',
life
with
no
meanin'
It's
the
biggest
threat
to
reason,
I
come
from
the
sticks
Anything
opposite
is
treason,
the
family
is
weakenin'
The
young
folks
is
tweakin'
The
windows
are
weepin',
cheatin'
with
the
deacons
Every
other
weekend,
it's
frequent,
indecent
Stay
out
them
people's
way,
don't
wanna
end
up
in
the
precinct
Damn
I'm
somewhere
on
the
rooftop,
howlin'
at
the
moon
They
lovin'
how
I
croon,
I'm
in
and
out
of
tune
Higher
than
new,
baggy
full
of
shrooms
Pourin'
beer
from
the
growler
in
the
goblets
of
my
goons
I'm
somewhere
on
the
rooftop,
howlin'
at
the
moon
They
lovin'
how
I
croon,
I'm
in
and
out
of
tune
Higher
than
new,
baggy
full
of
shrooms
Pourin'
beer
from
the
growler
in
the
goblets
of
my
goons
Vroom,
doggin'
up
the
whip,
took
the
shit
for
granted
Spun
a
few
bands
with
the
mechanic
(Damn
it)
Kept
the
lights
on
up
in
Atlantic
They
didn't
pick
the
right
song,
we
was
left
stranded
Never
got
offended,
didn't
panic,
we
went
independent
When
it
wasn't
trendin',
we
done
ran
the
gamut
(Woo)
Now
you're
back
on
our
nuts,
no
banana
hammock
Recedin'
hairline,
but
the
roof
panoramic
We
done
up
and
done
it,
coolest
on
the
fuckin'
planet
(Yeah)
My
baby
cookin'
turkey
bacon
and
the
pan
ceramic
After
all
these
years,
you
still
can
get
it
like
Suzanne
Sarandon
Fix
a
salad
with
the
vinaigrette,
boss
salmon
I'm
somewhere
on
the
rooftop,
howlin'
at
the
moon
They
lovin'
how
I
croon,
I'm
in
and
out
of
tune
Higher
than
new,
baggy
full
of
shrooms
Pourin'
beer
from
the
growler
in
the
goblets
of
my
goons
I'm
somewhere
on
the
rooftop,
howlin'
at
the
moon
They
lovin'
how
I
croon,
I'm
in
and
out
of
tune
Higher
than
new,
baggy
full
of
shrooms
Pourin'
beer
from
the
growler
in
the
goblets
of
my
goons
Sugar
daddy
status,
chillin'
with
the
baddest
Chick
with
the
fattest,
ass
that's
established
This
side,
the
Mason-Dixon
line,
above
the
average
I'm
a
savage,
but
today
I'm
on
my
Mack
shit
Cadillac
whip,
legit,
no
goin'
backwards
Forward
thinkin',
baby,
everything
is
factual
No
rush,
the
truth'll
come
gradual
The
game
ain't
explained
and
this
ain't
no
manual
I'm
somewhere
on
the
rooftop,
howlin'
at
the
moon
They
lovin'
how
I
croon,
I'm
in
and
out
of
tune
Higher
than
new,
baggy
full
of
shrooms
Pourin'
beer
from
the
growler
in
the
goblets
of
my
goons
I'm
somewhere
on
the
rooftop,
howlin'
at
the
moon
They
lovin'
how
I
croon,
I'm
in
and
out
of
tune
Higher
than
new,
baggy
full
of
shrooms
Pourin'
beer
from
the
growler
in
the
goblets
of
my
goons
From
Milledgeville
to
Louisville,
your
'ville
is
my
'ville
You
know
what
I'm
talkin'
about?
East
coast
to
West
coast
Show
to
show,
flow
to
flow,
haha
Ayy,
man,
handcuff
your
ho
'cause
you
already
know
how
it
go
It's
on
the
low,
don't
tell
nobody
though,
ayy,
yeah
We
gon'
keep
doin'
this
thing
Album
after
album,
song
after
song,
flow
after
flow,
man
Shit,
I'm
tryna
keep
hittin'
these
buttons
And
we
gon'
keep
doin'
it
like
it's
nothin',
know
what
I'm
sayin'?
Uh,
son
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