Cabin Fever
[producer drop]
What the fuck
[verse]
Used to have a shorty back in Dallas
Who never really did believe
This rapping shit was valid
She always told me "Get a job
Instead of making ballads"
And always criticized me for
The contents of my chalice
I can't really blame her though
She'd had it
She said I'm drinkin way too much
It's turnin to a habit
She'd say I never had it
When she asked me for some cabbage
She used to be emphatic
Now she rarely want the phallus
Damn, I was dealing with
A lot of baggage
In twenty fourteen
So, I smoked a lot of shallots
And she wasn't a smoker
So she thought I was an addict
I always had to have it
So that caused a lot of static
Not to mention we was always at it
Cause I was always leaving
Dirty dishes and metallics
It isn't even twelve p.m
I'm leaning like italics
And she wanted a wedding but
I can't afford the karats
Yeah, anyway it ended kind of tragic
I finally left a note that said
"I'm sorry but I'm damaged"
I'm gonna stay with friends who
Live right next door to the Mavericks
And probably make a pallet
Catch the floor and watch the traffic
You know, try to figure out
These mathematics
And dream about a Patek
While I smoke these aromatics
Imagine living lavish
With our children in a palace
I see it in my future
Just can't work out the pragmatics
What I do know is
I'm very charismatic
I started waiting tables
Cause I'm sick of being stagnant
Was serving steak at Nick & Sam's
And romaine Caesar salads
But started teaching theatre
At Spruce out in the Pleasant
Yeah finally got a crib that fit the palate
I went and got the Bimmer and
Upgraded all my fabrics
I'm right at Loft and Row
Come see the finish on the cabinets
I hope we meet again someday
To show you I've been at it
[outro]
No I'm not ready