Little Boxes

[Verse 1]
Made 100 grand last year, at least that's what It say on taxes
If I claim it then I'm here, and then i ride off my advancements
Then I ride up on my flute, then I ride off my expenses
If you fucking with me now, then you fucking with my passion
Fuck the fucking IRS, fuck everybody that's lacking
I don't give a fuck right here
My money add, yours subtracted
If my money is so clear, then you look right through my mattress
Cause that shit is not right here, that shit all up on the map bitch

[Verse 2]
Ooh, I hear you keep your eggs one basket
Ooh, yeah I smoke in that shit no planet
Ooh, cause shit no organic no sonic
I only smoke organic or sonic
Fuck you and your hydroponic
She suck me once, she go ecstatic
She suck me once, I feel so glad bitch
I make yo bitch feel like a trash bag, cause she glad now
Know I stand out, I used to smoke
And I can't now, how you camp out
And I camp out your house, then we lick one okay