I'm a walking bad habit, E tabs up in the cabinet Savage rap status: vocabulary extravagant A rock star poppin' rotches in bars Used to flip bud now just rappin' cop me a car No tellin', Connecticut felon, I GPS 'emAnd find my mark like Magellan with more lines than Corey Feldman I never cease to impress 'em I cardiac arrest 'em With every studio session I'm killin' 'em, no question Webb's back, better hold your breath when I'm rhyming homes I murder beats, I'm Jonah Hex on the microphone Fiends saying I'm the ****** yet And haters? I shrug 'em off until my f*cking shoulders sweat I'm breaking bones, a modern version of Casey Jones Scored a hand, I'm the winner playing the Game of Thrones F*ck beef, my rapping style's filet mignon Gettin' drunk, f*ck yo' driver, somebody take me home[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine](Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch[Verse 2: Slaine] I know that I should change, but I don't really think I canIt's just part of my nature %u2013 I never cracked, I never ran The world was falling on me when my back was in a jam I always kept on fighting, that's exactly who I amAnd this is who I am, no way that I can change it I'm buckwild, stupid, and dangerous My best friends are not strangers These are the motherf*ckers I hang with We speak the same language And I ain't saying French, English, or Spanish, or SpanglishI mean pain and anguish, this ******* slangin' bang-bang **** MAC-11s that we aim with In other words, I'm rolling with the same clique I came with I'm the sameness and f*ck being famous Fame dreams are for groupies I'm a real-life gangster that you ain't seen in the movies What I mean is I'm truly off the hook Like a phone in a nursing home, homie I'm that Boston crook[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine](Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch[Verse 3: Chris Webby] I damage tracks, so listeners always ran it back Always with a half-ounce stuffed into a sandwich bag I kill it quickly and always keeping the realest with me Stealing all the f*cking insulin from Wilford Brimley"Diabetes," rappers could never beat us I been spittin' **** like this since I was just a f*ckin' fetus Keep your chick with me as long as she give dome Rollin' up the Diesel, I'm burning like Jim RomeB*tch![Verse 4: Slaine] Yeah, standin' here's a man with the past, the inspiration For the kids on the corner, but still got the laugh of a mental patient The infiltration of the game Born from a central hatred of fame A pencil shaking with pain An injured stake in the claim from the wrath I becameMy paragaph's insane, are futuristic pictures of thepast from which I cameAnd this is Slaine with a shotty in the hooptie son My whole career's a robbery that they could never scoop me from[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine](Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
I'm a walking bad habit, E tabs up in the cabinet Savage rap status: vocabulary extravagant A rock star poppin' rotches in bars Used to flip bud now just rappin' cop me a car No tellin', Connecticut felon, I GPS 'emAnd find my mark like Magellan with more lines than Corey Feldman I never cease to impress 'em I cardiac arrest 'em With every studio session I'm killin' 'em, no question Webb's back, better hold your breath when I'm rhyming homes I murder beats, I'm Jonah Hex on the microphone Fiends saying I'm the ****** yet And haters? I shrug 'em off until my f*cking shoulders sweat I'm breaking bones, a modern version of Casey Jones Scored a hand, I'm the winner playing the Game of Thrones F*ck beef, my rapping style's filet mignon Gettin' drunk, f*ck yo' driver, somebody take me home[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine](Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch[Verse 2: Slaine] I know that I should change, but I don't really think I canIt's just part of my nature %u2013 I never cracked, I never ran The world was falling on me when my back was in a jam I always kept on fighting, that's exactly who I amAnd this is who I am, no way that I can change it I'm buckwild, stupid, and dangerous My best friends are not strangers These are the motherf*ckers I hang with We speak the same language And I ain't saying French, English, or Spanish, or SpanglishI mean pain and anguish, this ******* slangin' bang-bang **** MAC-11s that we aim with In other words, I'm rolling with the same clique I came with I'm the sameness and f*ck being famous Fame dreams are for groupies I'm a real-life gangster that you ain't seen in the movies What I mean is I'm truly off the hook Like a phone in a nursing home, homie I'm that Boston crook[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine](Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch[Verse 3: Chris Webby] I damage tracks, so listeners always ran it back Always with a half-ounce stuffed into a sandwich bag I kill it quickly and always keeping the realest with me Stealing all the f*cking insulin from Wilford Brimley"Diabetes," rappers could never beat us I been spittin' **** like this since I was just a f*ckin' fetus Keep your chick with me as long as she give dome Rollin' up the Diesel, I'm burning like Jim RomeB*tch![Verse 4: Slaine] Yeah, standin' here's a man with the past, the inspiration For the kids on the corner, but still got the laugh of a mental patient The infiltration of the game Born from a central hatred of fame A pencil shaking with pain An injured stake in the claim from the wrath I becameMy paragaph's insane, are futuristic pictures of thepast from which I cameAnd this is Slaine with a shotty in the hooptie son My whole career's a robbery that they could never scoop me from[Hook: (Some girl) & Slaine](Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Take me home now b*tch(Take me home) Watch for the cops, hit the blinker when you switch(Take me home) Lanes 'cause you know that I'm famous and I'm rich(Take me home) Eyes on the road, take me home now b*tch
