Текст песни AMBiVALENT - Sam Lachow feat. Wilson Luxurious

J-j-jimmy crack corn, and I don't care (wow)
{B-b-by oh by Ohio playas}(?)
I'm all tore up, but I don't care (oh wow)
{Pack quiet}(?) is albino hair
Can't handle the truth, I go there
The freaks at night, I go there
Your face crunched up, but I don't care
Everybody fucked up, everybody fucked up
Okay, first step inside of the room,
Everybody in the room knew that I had a ride (okay)
In the mirror, in the morning,
In my fruit-of-the-loom I say,
"You do you" and then I keep it on my mind, cause I'm cool
Cooler than a hipster with her tatoo
Cooler than a piña colada in Cancún
I'm a big kid with a big dream (dream, dream)
Give me drums I'll spit a sixteen (uh-huh)
Weird nights convulsing - sip, sniffing, indulging
Cheers, here's to twenty more years of me adulting
Back up in it and I'm laughing with 'em
I'm in dan-ger someone call a thousand angels like hey
La-di-da-di, give me some ganj'
I'm going back to Walla Walla - eeny meeny miny mo' problems
I'm honestly tryna to be honest
I promise I'm honest
Jimmy crack corn, and I'm ambivalent (wow)
Up like a kid on Christmas
I plead the fifth, I am sibi-nit(?) (oh wow)
You don't like it get a job with benefits
How you gunna know Kalamazoo in Michigan?
But you don't know Magoo and Timberland
I'm all tore up, but I'm not rippin' it
Everybody fucked up, everybody-
You don't gotta be rich for pete's sake
I don't know who you callin' a cheap date
Pane e rose with a cheese plate, resume the toast
The worst things I choose the most
I wrote a handbook, teachin' y'all the "do's and don'ts"
I got some iwah-issues, I got a trick in my sleeve
You got some iwah-yayo, you prolly pick up from me
I got some throwaway bars, you prolly never hear those
I'm talking like De Niro, I got a throwaway phone
*Deep intake*
I'm not per-fect, I once freed seven monkeys from the cir-cus
And I turned my phone off on pur-pose
I put my thing down, flip it, and reverse it, like
Ti esrever dna ti pilf, nwod gniht ym tup
Hold my drink, it's been a hard night's day
I need some huckleberry kush, grow my strain
Too many got-damn bartenders know my name
Feel like a barfly,
Too many friends around that aren't
Mine, couple thousand gigs like a hard drive
Now all my pill-poppers, ill-toppers, and bell-bops
Sippin' well vodka with some distilled water we still talkin'
No more coke or xanax for me - marijuana, pussy,
And liquor's all I need (no more coke or xanax
For me - marijuana, pussy, and liquor's all I need)
I fell asleep at the wheels of steel, shuffle playing Ronnie James Dio
Til' the ship goes down and DiCaprio Leo's,
Hangin' on an iceberg chillin' in a cold world
Dope girl say the go girl
Just a little bit, give me hors d'oeuvre
If you got it better get it, yeah you know girl
Have a nice life, being in the lime light
YEAH!