Good Pressure

Get paper
 Get love
 Get riches
 Get fucked
 Get lifted
 Get buzzed
 Get back
 To who I was
 One time for my ace with the mace
 Gotta get away from this place
 Hollywood hills and dreams of the taste
 Of the good life too bad I'm stuck in the rat race
 No trace of the person I was
 Even though a motherfucker got a buzz I swear I ain't abusing these drugs
 But I used to care a lot more if I got love
 Now I'm Mike Fox in a silver box Delorean
 Hop to the future trying write my story and
 I can't disappear off this polaroid
 Jump to the front grab the wheel time to steer into the orient
 So far from the soylent fiends for the green I'm a meme with a poignant
 Blurb for the herbs
 Never mince my words while I spit on the curb looking up at these birds
 Get paper
 Get love
 Get riches
 Get fucked
 Get lifted
 Get buzzed
 Get back
 To who I was
 One time for the real believers
 Struck a chord with the underachievers
 And my mans with the bloody cleavers
 And them bitches with the disco fevers
 See the things I fight with are like ghosts
 They haunt me on a personal note
 Fuck a toast let's smoke
 Forgot what I wrote cause it dont matter yo
 Lost faith in the process and my heroes
 Never got props from my pops for the steelo
 Man it don't stop gotta rock for my folks
 Even though hope ain't got hope under kino's
 Put a noose up but the crew never choked
 I'm a elope with my ho up to Hiro's
 Hit a drink till we both fall on the floor
 While the whole world rocking out to placebo's
 Get paper
 Get love
 Get riches
 Get fucked
 Get lifted
 Get buzzed
 Get back
 To who I was