Pubic Garden

[Intro] I'm gettin' tired in here (You smell me? Yeah, I smell you) I like the old clothes too Especially that-that jumpsuit That Reebok on, yeah (Ash Roth) [Verse] Wake up around 12 and I go back to sleep Wake up around 3 and I make some green tea Yo, I live alone so I sleep nakie If it gets a little cold slip something on my feet Got a pretty chick, pretty good at reggae Tell her that my lower back's pretty achy Wait I mean the weight's more on my shoulder blades I been holding up these bolders for a couple hundred days Confused and dazed, Matt McConaughey You'd be way cooler only if you had a J I play bongos in the middle of the night Sitting Indian position while I'm listening to Tribe A mild guy, never like to fight Get up in my face, tell you go and fly a kite Fight or flight and I'm higher than a Mike Who took off from the line in them 3's all white A little grey, little red, little black Big brain, big head, big sack Don't run straight, man zig zag Or they'll shoot you in your face while you're playing laser tag Tag, dog, you don't even know You wanna see my skills, then let's go to Ultrazone Oh, no, you too busy getting dough? Mo' money, mo' bitches, no really, what fo' Don't you know the whole world's about to blow up And if it don't then invest in guns and golds, brah Learn to grow your own vegetables And maybe a couple fruits for early in the mornin' Yeah, I like my fresh juice orange Eggs fried, yolk broke, bread warm Stretch my legs like I'm about to beat Bjorn In the fucking French Open cause I got a good forehand Damn, I'm lazy as fuck I'd be the best rapper but I never get up Lay in the cut-cut, California King With a middle age mistress missing her wedding ring Cool Runnings on projector screens Smoking weed that be ecto-green Read Seventeen so it seems I'm in the scene When I'm hitting on some teens at the ice-skating rink Wink-wink, what it be sex-kitten? Won't give you any fish, teach you how to go fishing How to do dishes, keep the sink glistening Can't stand the cups when they're dirty in the kitchen So pardon, while I drink out of the carton Letting out a fart, itching on my pubic garden Darn it, took it a little too far And now we have to cut you off right after this next part Don't call me, just text Two balls, don't forget Ash Roth, know I'm the best yet At TJ Maxx pickin' out a bed set