What Do You Do (feat. Sir Michael Rocks)

This tambourine

Shake her

Man, I think I'm Eric Andre

Man, I think I'm Louis C-K

Man, I think so therefore I am

Man, It's 8 A.M

Man, My mind is an emporium of cute naked hoes

My brother one of the only ones I can confide in

It ain't no water in the pool, go ahead and dive in

I toot my horn, I blow my bugle

I recycle, I say "free beluga whales" on YouTube

What do you do?

Okay, the pussy like trouble cause I'm in it often

A drug habit like Philip Hoffman will probably put me in a coffin

But down the slope in my toboggan

Three day delirium, gettin' weirder than Austin

Now it's 7 in the morning, this rapper life is so boring

Still at it

The drug absorbent, endorphin addict

The evil follow me, I got a devil magnet

I know a bitch will let you fuck her for coachella passes

Oh so pompous the ambiance

You remind me of the lobby of the Mondrian

I saw you meditating, get your Gandhi on

If she got that stank puss then I won't be long

Never lose your mind because insanity is brutal

Life's just like college, all you have's your noodle

Mirror mirror on the wall, I'm staring at a dead man

Me and Mikey go back like bron bron's headbands

White American, hotter from the aryan

New Tibetan Mastiff, he hate it when you stare at him

Jumping in (the jacuzzi on) say I fuck with you the long way

I love you more than Kanye love Kanye

Slave to the W, I don't hang with losers

I'm in the suburbs doing drive-by's on Razor scooters

It's my first try, so I got a 3rd eye

It's work time, sell the coke to the students out in Irvine

Coming off the high, listening to Jamiroquai

Why we going through hell when we trying to get to paradise?

It's like we ain't scared of death but we scared of life

It's like we shooting for the stars but we scared of heights

I'm in-doors, pair of gym shorts, with the Sith Lord

We might go bowling later, maybe play Connect 4

Get high, fucking with the Tech Deck

Call in local middle schools and send in some death threats

Hey look, when I tell you this, I mean this seriously, from the bottom of my heart

I need the briefcase in 15 minutes, or everybody's finished

I love my powder white, prefer my bitches black

I'm getting lit with Dash, she don't see us in the back

No longer little Mac, a briefcase with a million, cash

Oh yea

Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top

Let me off at the top, we can keep riding for now

Let me off at the top, the road keeps winding around

Let me off at the top, oh I'm high as the clouds

Let me off at the top, hey motherfucker shut your fuckin' mouth

Yaaa