High Rolla - Prolific

I’m not ghetto or thug, I’m in the meadow with bugs

Wanted a pair of timberlands but had to settle with lugs

I roll with brain dead hippies, pedaling drugs

Who are willing to spend the months rent cheque for a buzz

I’ve never been loved, I was raised in van

Left at the beach on a leash and told to play in the sand

But I guess that’s just the way it was planned

Till age eighteen hitting on girls after a shave and a tan

At a rave in trance trying to make the advance

Dancing with whistles wasted and fucking waving my hands

Chatting with hippie chicks into mixin' raisin and bran

And digging me cuz they think by rapping I’m taking a stand, (wow that’s great)

But I’m the type of mc who claims my words are the baddest

Then tries to pick up 16 year olds with my university status

My personal habits, consist of chain smoking

And taking so many drugs I leave my face swollen

Cuz I’m a high roller baby, what can I say

Got the clothes, got the hoes, got the glamour and fame

So say wuddup Pro, when I’m walking down the street…

Cuz I know y’all wish y’all were down with me.

My brain’s frozen… Left yelling at squirrels

With my only goal that I know to be impressing some girls

Showering ladies with linen, presents and pearls

Though they wouldn’t bed me if I was the last man left in the world

So lately it feels like I haven’t had sex in a year

Selfish Sexist reppin wishing woman flesh would appear

Rumor has it that I’m a mess and I’m weird

At the bar drinking a can of cranberry-Schwepps and a beer

See me dressed in a beard, talking insane, caught in the rain

Walking the streets with a dog and a cane, walk in the lane

Cars stop caught stalling complain, honking in vain

While I’m pill popping for pain and lost in my brain

Locked on a chain still, and trying to escape

Finding a date online with girls whose interests are violence and hate

It seems like my assignment today, is to riot the state

I’m in my own place, so don’t try and relate…