25th Hour - Hoodie Allen

Summertime in St. Louis

This some rap shit, check it

Making reservations for my favorite destinations while the waitress putting me

on hold

We used to never make it, now a table opens up and they the ones that call me

on the phone

I got the juice, I’m finally able to do it

Got a party of five, ain’t talking Jennifer Hewitt

Partying at my crib, somebody pass me the Goose

I’m 'bout to make this bird live, 'bout to, muhfucka

Yeah, I always tell the truth, I never lie, muhfucka

You catch me in the booth, you know that’s fire, muhfucka

It’s not a game of thrones,, Jon Snow

Got the fans saying, «You can’t really die, muhfucka»

I’m a fan favorite, and she don’t even listen to rap if I ain’t made it

She be busy sitting in class but they can’t grade it

Soundcloud page giving me all them plays

I be the number one in Oakland but you can’t rate it

Double entendre, run the whole squad up like I’m Al Davis

People ask me how I made it, that’s why y’all ain’t make it

The only advice I gave is give me y’all’s savings, I save it

Multiply it then multiplicate it

Either way, they be getting bigger like models who just wanna be famous

And when I kick you to the curb, don’t be mad that it happened

Nobody getting used, shout out to Bert McCracken

I give you facts, you spit it backwards

Tryna spit up the atoms of Steven Adams

Take my gat out and Eric Clapton

Bitch, you know I’m the captain

Tell 'em, this is my ship

I’ll let you know when I’m done with rapping

And when it happen, don’t be sad that’s done

I swear I’ll always be the same muhfucka you love

And my team be too exclusive, we don’t pay at the club

Turn the crib into a clubhouse, you ain’t play with a glove

they saying what’s up

But they just want a piece of something I ain’t tryna give up

I tell 'em, I’m the original, All-American Hoodie Allen

These other rappers, they do impressions, that’s Jimmy Fallon

My life is full of action, dramatic, but not a movie

These bitches want me, want me, want me like they want Ruby Rose

To me, you a beautiful flower

But if I go to jail I’ll see you in the 25th hour, let’s go

I been waiting up all night for you, babe

You tell me I’m not the one cause you’re afraid

But I just need to let you know I’ll throw it all away

Cause I don’t wanna win, yeah

And 2 am, I’m driving on the interstate

And you tell me to hurry up, I won’t be late

And I just need to let you know I’ll throw it all away

Cause I don’t wanna win