High Rolla! Lyrics
I’m not ghetto or thug, I’m in the meadow with bugs
Wanted a pair of timberlands but had to settle with lugs
I roll with brain dead hippies, pedaling drugs
Who are willing to spend the months rent cheque for a buzz
I’ve never been loved, I was raised in van
Left at the beach on a leash and told to play in the sand
But I guess that’s just the way it was planned
Till age eighteen hitting on girls after a shave and a tan
At a rave in trance trying to make the advance
Dancing with whistles wasted and fucking waving my hands
Chatting with hippie chicks into mixin’ raisin and bran
And digging me cuz they think by rapping I’m taking a stand, (wow that’s great)
But I’m the type of mc who claims my words are the baddest
Then tries to pick up 16 year olds with my university status
My personal habits, consist of chain smoking
And taking so many drugs I leave my face swollen
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Cuz I’m a high roller baby, what can I say
Got the clothes, got the hoes, got the glamour and fame
So say wuddup Pro, when I’m walking down the street…
Cuz I know y’all wish y’all were down with me..
My brain’s frozen…. Left yelling at squirrels
With my only goal that I know to be impressing some girls
Showering ladies with linen, presents and pearls
Though they wouldn’t bed me if I was the last man left in the world
So lately it feels like I haven’t had sex in a year
Selfish Sexist reppin wishing woman flesh would appear
Rumor has it that I’m a mess and I’m weird
At the bar drinking a can of cranberry-Schwepps and a beer
See me dressed in a beard, talking insane, caught in the rain
Walking the streets with a dog and a cane, walk in the lane
Cars stop caught stalling complain, honking in vain
While I’m pill popping for pain and lost in my brain
Locked on a chain still, and trying to escape
Finding a date online with girls whose interests are violence and hate
It seems like my assignment today, is to riot the state
I’m in my own place, so don’t try and relate…
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