Intro:
!eoh em pleh

Verse:
Now lets understand I'm sick of my wallet being stolen
I arrived to college, let's just say I was Rollin'
They call me Outfit King, but motherfucker I am golden
I need your satisfaction
I need your trust
I can't do any of that if your drunk as fuck
And now I'm driving on the highway, as sad as a punk
Chicken Parmesan and French Rollsons I would like that such
12 Bitches, and they all fucked up like Michael Jackson
I need your satisfaction
I need your trust
I can't do any of that if your drunk as fuck
I'm packin' up my shit, as much shit in the car as I can fit
And I'm just drivin' as far as I can get
Away from these problems 'til all of my sorrows I forget
What's tomorrow like? 'Cause tonight I'm startin' life again
Get to the corner and stop, fuck am I goin'?
Sorry for that Marhsall, deal with it
I'm so activе and shit, This music is my shit

Outro:
I need your satisfaction
I need your trust
I can't do any of that if your drunk as fuck