half naked & almost famous
uh, waiter bring another round please.
bring that mother f*cker back.
a couple more, they like it all please.
cuz y’all know how to act.
and i don’t give a f*ck, can i live?
cuz we be doin’ too much sh*t,
just a couple of kids from eastside of the 2-1-6
b*mmin’ a dollar and a dream real sh*t
every day i wake, higher than the night before
blackin’ out every night on tour
5 a.m we jump into the pool with our drawers
’til the cops come. run, run, f*ck the law.
and i was born to be wild,
s*x, rock and roll and weed piles
runnin’ from the oldest seniles.
follow in my steps, then you walkin’ a green mile
trees in my pockets like my denims a greenhouse.
lead my team town?
tell me what’s my age again?
how many hours ’til i rage again?
this is the story of a young boy and the page we in
say that he off chasin’ fame again,
and there he goes…almost…famous b*tch.
the bittersweet between my teeth
tryin’ to find the in-betweens
fall back in love eventually
uh, half naked and almost famous.
wild nights and all those places.
i be, half naked and almost famous.
and when i get up i ain’t changin’,
tell the world lace up.
yea, come rage with the machine b*tch.
e.s.t the team b*tch.
never got a college degree,
too busy raisin’ h*ll like it was friday the 13th b*tch.
f*ck clothes and f*ck hoes
hundred dollars worth of munchies, truckloads.
eighty-nine cent slushy in the cuphold,
don’t know where i’m goin’, but we gone…what’s home?
maybe i’ll just mapquest my dream,
and it’ll say the address was me.
so what i really wanted all alongs been camouflaged by deed?
i’m not a pro, i just dogged the lead?
where we sick of boring cleveland weather man
wishin’ for heat, i guess i need to see the leather man?
uh, i just wanna be young forever man
roll the peter pan, light it up and went to neverland.
mother f*cker i’m gone.