I was chillin at the Blunt Club when I first met Mona Lisa
She slid me a shot of whiskey I said it's sure nice to meet you.

Well there's nothing to do.
Typically I'd be out but I ain't have loot for the brew
I opened up my gmail and found a nude pic or two
And a beat sitting there so I looped it on through
You know you're favorite rapping rodent used to be 22
I guess it's true the future comes out of the blue
A lot changed that year I got down with a crew
Learned a lot about growing and placing my moves
It's funny how the time flies watching it fly by
Found your end while you were helping me find mine
I'm from the West side not the land of the drive by
The land of the pool party sunset skyline
Been four years since I told Momma bye bye
And in those years I dreamt about highlife
If I die lay me under the skyline
Like a scratched pair of Pumas hanging off that wire

One for the rhythm and the story that I'm kicking
Two for the last beer waiting in the kitchen
Three for the women that I let out of my life
If it wasn't for commitment then you could've been my wife

That's that shit.

Yea let me get a witness if you wanna ride the train smoke a joint and do the dishes
I'm jumping over barrels trying to make it to a princess
If that don't pan out I'll be looking for forgiveness again
Then it's on to the next
Another stuff lip and a song about sex
Set my alarm for how long I can rest
It won't be long when I'm looking at my checks these days
My checks look like speed limits
What the fuck you think I'm gonna buy with a drink ticket
One shot. Two shots. Three shots down.
A tip on the counter and a cab ride home
Like goodnight, but it's already sunrise
That's about the moment that you noticed the fun died
Girl in your bed was just waking to some guy
Didn't even know your real name I guess thats

One for the rhythm and the story that I'm kicking
Two for the last beer waiting in the kitchen
Three for the women that I let out of my life
If it wasn't for commitment then you could've been my wife

I know I been gone a lot but my smile is all I got
No pots of gold just plots of road
Loose music notes and a whiskey shot