Something bad's about to happen to me
I'm glue high driving coz I'm stuck on you
Give me some money, my honey, and a Cali baggy, I will feed the masses
"Shit, does anybody know how to roll?"
Now she's calling me up
It seems I'm all out of luck
Coz I'm not part of their little rich kid club
Somebody get a piece of paper my thoughts are fleeting
And I can't seem to get them to leave me alone
Illiterate heathens, heading up collegiate meetings
Learning about life from a cartoon phone, well what do you know?
Now she's calling me up
It seems I'm all out of luck
Coz I'm not part of their little rich kid club