Salutations

(Gotta let it rain)
(Rain)
(Yeah, look)
Good times make for bad people
Bad people make for good times
Good times make for bad bitches
Bad bitches make for good rhymes
Good rhymes make for salutations

A college student still naive to the streets
You ain't learned that you don't shit where you eat
Confidence you can hear it when I speak
Kiss of death when I kiss you on the cheek
They can't have me to they self we don't speak
What the fuck be my days of the week
Goin' in 'til I'm dazed and I'm weak
You not a stand up guy take a seat
Riding in the Land Rover over land mines
They was looking for a shoulder couldn't land mines
I don't do the ticky tack in little boxes
I got money put away in all my watches
Im on my time fuck what the clock is
He's not a kid, its Andy Milonakis

Good times make for bad people
Bad people make for good times
Good times make for bad bitches
Bad bitches make for good rhymes
Good rhymes make for salutations (Ugh)

Bernie Mac when I write I'm the pappy (I the pappy)
They might talk about me but never at me
Kind of presents I demand you gotta trap me
Even when it goes wrong I'm looking happy
I was eating top ramen wit' no microwave
Now I'm at the farmers market checking how it's raised
Every time I drop a verse you know I'm gettin' paid
Any time I'm wit' a bitch you know I'm gettin' laid

Good times make for bad people
Bad people make for good times
Good times make for bad bitches
Bad bitches make for good rhymes
Good rhymes make for salutations (Ugh)
Good times make for bad people
Bad people make for good times
Good times make for bad bitches
Bad bitches make for good rhymes
Good rhymes make for salutations (Ugh)