7 dollars, on the counter.
brown bagging two 40's for the next three hours
far out crew, on the couch

knocking out the 30 for we rollin out.
text a few hunnys, hope we meet up.
cause when I'm drunk as $#&@, i kick my feet up.

I never have, any fears.
trickin chicks, while slammin' beers


7 dollars
What ya poor?
Congratulate all our work

Put a lil mo
My words express
The times and places I adore

Beer our champagne, Hah
Working class flow
Try to live my life

With the least amount uh stress
Hard to do, while I think far among the rest
2 AM, late night, mad man and a poet

Should I speak for myself?
Or just live in the moment...


I Owe Me A Good Time

Open yah eyes, oops it's no suprise

i've spent all day looking forward to this motha $#&@in night
and the amount of work we threw into the pot
makes me stoked to play these new songs, cause they hot.


So often, it seems that we explain only the half of it
You got out uh line quick

Yeah you must be out yo mind a bit
The whole distaste, is then embraced
I know the fame is a monster

I could care no longer, as peer through it all sir

We say $#&@ all the garbage, bottles up til we droppin.

I owe me a good time, Skool'd Life earned it all and
gotta cherish the times that we have,
gotta go hard when your young, cause yah can.


Poke it all with a stick, no longer I can commit
To being harder than Nino

Let it flow, toward a Cee Lo
Smooth deliver, let's cheers, dedicate to the wonder years
Something honest and real, just feel, you know the deal, no fear