Beer Cans

[Verse 1]
Well you can crash on my couch but I won't be your psychiatrist
Reading astrophysics but inside I hide a comic book
I like my room messy, I like my whiskey neat
I've killed some brain cells but still got my wisdom teeth
I like to go grocery shopping wearing socks and sandals
Right now I'm working on a novel full of carpet samples
I'm always faded cause I've had it with sobriety
On that Anne Frank, I'm an addict with a diary
So I don't know what this hipster rap means
But I squeeze a lot of money in these skinny-ass jeans
Like chill mami, this shit ain't Armani
It's Salvation Army, why you salivating on me?
Ever since Satan gave me a spray-tan
I killed Jiminy Cricket with a Raid can
Got no conscience, and no consciousness until the A.M
'round up the empties, let's go take 'em in

[Hook]
Look at all these beer cans
They're gonna make us rich!
Look at all these beer cans
They're gonna make us rich!

[Verse 2]
Yo the good die young, fly tongues like amphibians
Mad as Sam Kineson, jam them damn synonyms
In until we're lamping, mansions, San Simeon
Way before Eminem rapped in a Caribbean accent
I was killing 'em back when I was just a kid
Now I'm switching bitches up like Aunt Vivian
Yeah, the anti-thesis, rap different, innovator
Channeling my dark side, my inner Vader
English major since the incubator, I rock it like the greatest did it
Making all the bread and then I'm sopping up the gravy with it
Stop it with the hating, it is so last year
I'm on that '93 til like an old cashier
But there is no cash here, I'm as broke as you
I'm talking maxed out plastic and loans for school
Still these women getting overly consumed
Your little sister wishing I would climb out of the poster in her room

[Hook]
Look at all these beer cans
They're gonna make us rich!
Look at all these beer cans
They're gonna make us rich!

Let's go take 'em out!