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Why do people always wanna know Richter?
What I do at home, how much I really
If I really got as many bongs as I
If my barks drinkin' just a game, well, listen up

Drinkin' Vodka, Label, Smirnoff on the rocks
Wishin' I had my sack but I it a Paks
Vape rips got me trippin', shit, I got lost
Walkin up to my own crib from the garage

But the night ain't yet I got places to go
Hit the bar to get faded but I some more
I told him make sure it's mean but when he brought my bag of
It was the B.C. so I only got phaze what I mean

If you dont that's new lingo a phazers an
I dont get than an eighth if there aint crip out on the plate
New saying it's not doesnt mean that it ain't kind
It means the herb you got ain't close to half as good as mine

right the truth hurts but not as bad as the dirt
Comin' up through your throat you choke and that's my word
Damn that shit burns I dont even like to think, about the
Youd if you didnt have a drink

'Cause these are the types of I do
And are the types of tales I tell
People ask me if I I say I do
And the smoke I got that chronic smell

Wake up when I 'cause that's the life I lead
Out every takin' trips every week
Hangin' out with my peeps just livin' the
Only smokin' outta glass you hittin' metal pipes

flights, passport gettin' filled
You know the showll be tight if on the bill
Punk, rock, hip hop, pits seem to stop
the crowds gettin' tired it's their heads that bob

I got a job but I ain't callin' it
Gettin' paid to herb ain't work it's absurd
Kings taken over this millennium
Suburban Noize I know you will be feelin' 'em

Comin' out your stereo or us on stage
Leavin' thousands astonished, leavin' ladies in a
People shocked and the weak hearted seem to faint
When take one hit off of Johnny Richters dank

'Cause I goin', continuously flowin'
Like the wrappers on my condoms say that I am golden
I've been flowin' like my when I wow those near and far
I'd rather have 10 of chronic then a fancy fuckin' car

'Cause these are the types of I do
And are the types of tales I tell
ask me if I smoke I say I do
And the smoke I exhale got that chronic

'Cause are the types of things I do
And these are the types of tales I
People ask me if I I say I do
And the I exhale got that chronic smell

Stumble in the front door throw my on the ground
Looked left, right, shit, I looked all around
The house was all quiet hear a single sound
Grabbed a of Bacardi and proceeded to pound

About a quarter way 'bout 11:32
Headed to Del Taco 'cause I to get some food
If not I'm gonna puke and I want that
Shouldnt of drank 20 beers, shouldnt smoked 10 bats

Couldnt relax, that is my stomach of
Shit was comin' up fast and it was chargin' with
Flew past my vocal cords quickly approaching my
Throwin' up color red, yellow, orange, green

There it was for me to see in front of my eyes
A two tacos and my chill cheese fries
Now a lesson to learn if you listen right here
Beer, liquor, sicker, liquor, beer, you in the clear

these are the types of things I do
And are the types of tales I tell
People ask me if I I say I do
And the I exhale got that chronic smell

Don't worry it
Johnny Richter out the fucking planet all day long
forget I was a underage alcoholic before you were tasting a bong
Been smoking for a decade, got ten years my belt
And I ain't 24
worry about it

Devastating to ear
Devastating to ear
to your ear