P&P 1.5

"Gina, baby, I don't have no money, and I don't have no ends

Gina, I'm ass-out"

"I'm going through something right now"

"I told you that"

Oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?

I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?

I said, oh, what up hoe? Oh, what up?

Well alright

I'm going through something with life

where pussy and Patron make you feel alright

Pussy and Patron make you feel alright

Pussy and Patron, that's some great advice

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

Something to inspire me, rather than society's

woes, let me go, let me shine a lil' bit love

I want diamonds too, Ronnie on Player's Club

I used to have a nine-to-five, fresh out of school, that was '05

That bitch was racist, got me fired, they rushed us then, I had no job

Pushing in my mama van, stop for gas on Rosecrans

Trust me, these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Guilty by association, story of my life nigga!

You gon' make me flip, then split yo' shit, judge give me life nigga!

Pain since my grandma's death, uncle killed at Louie's Burgers

Hold my tears, I tried my best, let it go, trench my pullover

Cycles of a starving artist tryna go beyond the margin-margin

Maintaining my modest-modest as I dream

So while I go through all-this-all-this, bullshit what you call it

Life itself, I know it helps, let me scroll through my Blackberry ("hey

what's up daddy?")

"So what you wish me over here for?

How was your day?

Are you tipsy?"

Mhmm

All I need in this lifetime, pussy and Patron

Give me that, won't you give that? Once again it's on

Bitch I'm swagged up, hoes bopping when I'm off that Screw

Coming down clean, tell your baby mama what it do

Where your friends at? I got long dick, what it is

Go on poke it out, situate your little positives

How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready

I'ma lay it down like a carpenter when you let me

When you let me, when you let me...

Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty

That good shit stuff

I can't get enough

If I offend you, blame it on the liquor babe

Give me that funk, that sweet, that nasty

That good shit stuff

I can't get enough

If I offend you...

Uh, I wrote this song when Dave drove home

and caught that flat in the flats

And it made me think when another car blinked

to change locations where we at

We often get lost in the ever-hard bottle

when attempt to ignore pain, problem and sorrow

Just for a minute, then back to the bullshit

Your car now due and you bout to get evicted

Two drugs surely, Patron, pussy, make it feel alright

But once it's empty and the bitch leave, then it's back to life

You can't run from it, gotta run to it nigga

The antidote wouldn't last and you knew it nigga

But still you proceed to dive deep, ask what's her zodiac sign

Okay, welcome to my diary, hmm, where should I begin?

Finna get a swisher and fill it with at least a gram

Crackers watch my every step, man I hate to work for them

One time I tried to work for me, but that shit didn't work for me

And here I am, stressing, questioning my direction man

What to do? Nothing's moving, traffic jam, wiggle through it

Pop the cork and take the fluid, bust that pussy open

Bust that pussy open, bust that pussy open

'Soul, balls deep, ya dig?

Retrieve relief, ya dig?

Let's kill a bottle of tequila

and lie butt-naked telling the truth, would ya?

What's up? I had a long day and I really want to fuck

Take a double shot to the face and forget about my whole day

cause all I've been thinking the whole day...

All I need in this lifetime, pussy and Patron

Give me that, won't you give that? Once again it's on

Bitch I'm swagged up, hoes bopping when I'm off that Screw

Coming down clean, tell your baby mama what it do

Where your friends at? I got long dick, what it is

Go on poke it out, situate your little positives

How I live? Big shot, on my grind, all ready

I'ma lay it down like a carpenter when you let me

When you let me, when you let me...