I must be high

I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't Holla fuck the world with my chest full of smoke I choke on my breakfast, the end of my necklace Say Dopehouse Records, Screwston, Texas The diamonds in my emblem is cut like a princess You can keep the Lexus, cause I got two Benzes I'm in your girlfriends' hot intestines Cause I bought her two dresses and some contact lenses Got a message in a bottle, hit the throttle in my carro Click and clack my semi auto cause I'm trying to see tomorrow Bought a condo for my top ho cause she working that taco It's the top selling vato, twenty threes on the Tahoe TV screens, margarita machines with street marines Got love for the Crips, and Bloods, and Latin Kings If it means anything this for all my G's I'm in jail cause I forgot my fucking ABC's Another DWI, drunk and fucking high I'll be out before the motherfucking sun can touch the sky They call me young Thurston Howell the Third And that's my word I'm a swang, I'm a swerve I'm a park and scrape the curve