New Trouble

[Hook x2:]

So, keep them hands up high

Cut the bass low

If you got a problem there's the front door

We get it in when we can, we sippin' on somethin'

Cut ties with the stress, we'll find some new trouble

I'm sippin' something inappropriate

So it's odorous, sittin' inside of my Styrofoam, I'm goin' in

Tryna make a new song for you to rock to

Even though the work week sucked I still got you

Got too, this shit is up in my genes

When shit gets tough, I just gotta release

Throw a fist up, fuck it

Beat up the beat

I sure ain't Jersey but I'll sex on the beach

Oh no, the drinks got me runnin' off the mouth now

But it's cool cuz' you'll never see me kowtow

Fuck knees, I've been standing on my feet since my little footed jammies mastered the concrete

I'm never layin' down cuz' them hands stay up

I hammer MCs cuz' I know they can't touch

I'm just fucking around the beef ain't us

If you wanna battle try Call of Duty Black Ops, X-box

But I ain't really playing any games

My time is occupied by the grind and staying sane

Driving on the highway, trying to find a lane

By myself, no H.O.V., but I think I'll find my way

[Hook x2:]

So, keep them hands up high

Cut the bass low

If you got a problem there's the front door

We get it in when we can, we sippin' on somethin'

Cut ties with the stress, we'll find some new trouble

Local kids don't like me, cause I keep my headies in

Goofy little bastards, they be geeking off the Ready Whip

Used to be an influence, now I'm Mister Bitterman

Young, jaded, deflated but baby I'm a Letterman

Late night entertainer, no stranger to awkward advances, dancing in place

Like you're two step broke so you're only on that lean shit

Meanwhile I'm snapping to the beat, eating bean dip

Sipping on my rail drink, glad they kept the bass low

My BluBlocks got the spot looking day glow

Fix up, look sharp for the angels

I'm chilling in the corner while my homies play the angles

I ain't talking pool neither

Procedures are followed by the shorties so they're looking for some seizures

We got the jukebox blaring playing Ether

Squares don't like it, but the hipsters start freakin'

Now I'm trying to dodge the earned amnesia

But with each sip that memory pieces

Damn brain throwing deuces, I'm leaving

The blackout is on, now it's time for some pizza

[Hook x2:]

So, keep them hands up high

Cut the bass low

If you got a problem there's the front door

We get it in when we can, we sippin' on somethin'

Cut ties with the stress, we'll find some new trouble

We tryna get high, high, high, high, high, high, high

I'm tryna to say high, high, high, high, high, high, high

We want to say high, high, high, high, high, high, high

I'm just trying to say high, high, high, high, high, high, high

But you can get low

[Hook x2:]

So, keep them hands up high

Cut the bass low

If you got a problem there's the front door

We get it in when we can, we sippin' on somethin'

Cut ties with the stress, we'll find some new trouble