Asher Roth other songs:

 

All Add Up lyrics - Asher Roth

I thought we was done, for real, it was over with

The setting of the sun, maybe I'm too old for this

Recording, touring, shows, photographs are showing it

Game has sucked my soul, might be time to abort the miss'

Um, nah, granted I've been fortunate

Been around, been up and down like sort of some contortionist

Of course if when you start it, it's important that you finish it

Times [?] cathartic, as an artist it gets interesting

Hard to not doubt everything you thought about

Might never pan out the way you thought it might

So I saw a mic and I was like "Well, might be down tomorrow night

But for now I'd rather drown my sorrows and be somber like..."

Everything in your past, no, it don't matter

You's a professional, not some old rapper

Got a code, gotta live by the [?]

Let it go, gotta grow

Don't you know that it all add up?

Don't you know that it all add up?

Don't you know that it...

'Cause the truth was I didn't give two fucks

The groupies, the crew love, or trying to get new buzz

The interviews, the "Who's? What's cool? We should do something"

Envious of everyone who's racking up a number one

Dumb, rapping for the accolades

Don't you know that passion isn't stacking up the memories

The XXL, you was on the front page

The MSG, you was on that summer stage

That was dope, all the European shows

Doing front flips with Mac in Norway with Steve Aoki

Mos Def with Magic, playing Magic and Madden, man

These become the moments and the only thing that matters

Man, you know this

Everything in your past, no, it don't matter

You's a professional, not some old rapper

Got a code, gotta live by the [?]

Let it go, gotta grow

Don't you know that it all add up?

Don't you know that it all add up?

Don't you know that it...

Stay focused, I know that it's a challenge

But if you can reap your talent and then try to keep a balance

Or maybe you can galvanize the youth out of their silence

And they can be like you and sing a tune on Jimmy Fallon

There's value in everything you say and what you do

So if you wasn't you, would you wanna hang with you?

Do you speak the truth? Give respect when it's due?

Showing love to all the elder ones who became before you?

My position in this thing, that's a given

I try to make a living while keeping the children driven

Choosing your direction in each and every decision

Start thinking about who you is, forget about who you isn't man

Everything in your past, no, it don't matter

You's a professional, not some old rapper

Got a code, gotta live by the [?]

Let it go, gotta grow

Don't you know that it all add up?

Don't you know that it all add up?

Don't you know that...

Ash Roth! lyrics - Asher Roth & Heather Grey

Megan taught me 'bout boundaries, I'm astounded

I was running 'round, running myself into grounded

Take my shoes off in the backyard to rebound

And get back to feeling like Ash Roth

Harder than imagined, distractions lead to an action

I just happen to rap, ain't asked for this, pessimistic activist

'Bout to have a kid, feel the magic in the asterisks

There's a risk of something bad happening, that's happiness

If happy is just an illusion, revert to childish

If all of this is all so confusing then don't acknowledge it

Products that your bodies are using are used to tarnish

All the beauty that is outside computers, pursuit of knowledge

If you was in your second year too when "I Love College" dropped

Then you would understand what we used to do down in Hotlanta

Didn't go to Mardi Gras, stayed home, had a party, bruh

Had an out-of-body experience out at Margaret's bar

Fell in love with an Indian girl but never talked to her

Then became the victim of a narcissistic marketer

Flipped my entire existence into a harbinger

These bars are the antithesis, 'best become a carpenter

Or the most consistent lyricist this side of Mississipp'

Not a miss or skip, shouts to K.R.I.T

Shouts to little kids who wish to spit like this

I wish it is, was as simple as

But it isn't, it's some talent Mr. Ripley-ness

[?] in accepting the challenge to try to channel it

Wrote a hit by using [?] voice, it was a ballad it's

Anonymity, a real win for my serenity

While the internet sucks you into the infinity

Vanity can only lend itself to the insanity

Man at peace shop for antiques when his granny weak

Believe in what another man speaks, man, I can't agree

Gotta redo my own seek understanding

But who are you?

(Learn how to live)

But who are you?

(Need another, hope you don't need another life to learn how to live)

But who are you?

But who are you?

(Need another life)

But who are you?

But who are you?

(Hope you don't need another life to learn how to live)

Ash Roth

Ash Wednesday '18 lyrics - Asher Roth

For no apparent reason, I felt the calling of the east

I need a change in seasons

It's like I long for something deeper, but what is we seeking?

Although I cannot see it

But see I still believe it, it's like faith its in Jesus

I ain't driven this religious truck

Hard believing anything, nobody seems to give a fuck

Murder, guns, sex, drugs, anything for little buzz

Sell it for a couple bucks, no wonder I be feeling stuck cause

When I wish on constellations to bring me my information

Feel like communication gets lost in translation

Maybe it's for the better, replace us with their intelligence

Us flawed humans is too prone to own negligence

Too doomed to decadence, new clones is evident

New dope is president, nuke hopes to jettison

News home, truth gone

Too stoned forgetting we better than so we loop on

Embedded, need a new song

Prove wrong, they blue ball y'all til ya mood stall

Blue collar hooha, nah dog we too strong

Work around the clock for what? A million dollar yacht

Come on we ain't needing a lot, just a blue ribbon and shot

Bro its city wide, this philly vibe

We sick and tired of lily lies

Tried to see the best but why y'all do it to us every time?

Next in line, wrecking jobs, blame it on the Mexicans

Homie we know the robots way more of a threat to rise

Get your mind right

For what? Minimum wage

When it's 40 hours retail till Comcast paid

So I don't rhyme fast on my tracks, you hear what I say

Sell a dime to a pay ya mom back, get locked in a cage

It's ridiculous the system consistently sticks its dick in us

Kicking no resistance and hitting us till we've given up

Y'all kidding if you thinking I ain't bending down to pick us up

The only way they listen is pick a beat and rip it up

Then best believe each evening I'll be writing down new literature

Till little kids is giggling say kill it ash you litty bruh

Really tho, we feel it, they ain't never getting rid of ya

This spitting ain't chlamydia just setting up to titty fuck, what

Can't Jump lyrics - Asher Roth x Chuck Inglish

[Asher Roth:]

I ain't mad at y'all

Oh, you men play basketball?

That's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump

I ain't mad at y'all

Oh, you men play basketball?

That's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump

[Chuck Inglish:]

Look, let me see that thang from the front

Uh, I can't front

Hard-head make a soft ass, girl, you can do whatever you want

I ain't mad at y'all

What's your man play, basketball?

Well that's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump

Look, I can see that thang from the front

Uh, I can't front (can't front)

Hard-head make a soft ass, girl, you can do whatever you want

I ain't mad at y'all

What's your man play, basketball?

Well that's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump

[Asher Roth:]

Yeah, yo, I ain't even know about him

You got a man, but he winded like the fourth round

God damn, they ain't even got a fourth round

Yeah, he probably went to Indiana, SoCal

Oh well, man I hit her on the main phone

He ain't home, on the road in Orlando

Playing man while I'm all up that damn zone

Getting stole cause he ain't got no handle, don't pout

Man, we saw it on the highlight

He was getting dunked on by LeBron like-

Like he gotta ball, and he not white

Top flight, yeah right, no hops, like Bud Light

[Asher Roth & Chuck Inglish:]

I ain't mad at y'all

Oh, you men play basketball?

That's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump

I ain't mad at y'all

Oh, you men play basketball?

That's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump

Look, I can see that thang from the front

Uh, I can't front

Hard-head make a soft ass, girl, you can do whatever you want

I ain't mad at y'all

But you men play basketball?

Well that's cool and all, but I heard the motherfucker can't jump

Cruise Ships lyrics - Asher Roth

Our climate is changing

And one reason for this is the greenhouse effect

Sometimes you gotta burn it

Like a field or a furnace

Encouraging that new growth, you know?

'Cause that moon glow blue, hue kinda be two-tone

Use it to maneuver like custo

[?] friends flow, little wacky

But this rapping's like a magnet, real attraction

While your rap is decaf, it real lacking

Real magic in my gemstones, headphones

Blend well with hemp grown in Portland, Oregon shore

Trace the origin, flourishing indoors

Can't wait till I can tour again

Or a [?] of sorts, open floor, van flouring it

Soaring when I walk through the doors, Jim Morison

Important, moving and uprooting to newness

True shit only be doing it if the shoe fits

Suit rich, spoof [?] eat at you like they lupus

[?] to Kalamazoo cruise ships

Dimma (Last Chance U) lyrics - Asher Roth

Last Chance U

Ash can't you

Make a new tune

Give us something to dance to

An anthem, damn son

That anthropological

Dialogue is tired dog

We need that fire bro

We need that ride along

The side an Ireland body of water

Cigar in order

Like you just had daughter

My alma mater called

Told me I've become a martyr

I'm only getting older

It's only getting harder

I'm only getting smarter

Tried to diversify

Turns out writing raps

Is good for getting by

Killing time and getting high

At least the moments

Get memorialized

Wait there's more to life?

Man I'm mortified

How am I suppose to access

The outer axis of our actions

What through practice?

Mans that wack shit

I need racks

For rib racks

From north cacalacky

On acid

Kicking hacky sack

With Bill and Cousin Jackie

I think my name means Happy

I'd say that's accurate

There's some tact to it

If nothing is immaculate

At least there's ass for smacking

That's what it's there for

Rare form with Nore

Woke up drunk at the airport

Clairvoyant

Paranormal

Til I cut my hair short

Like Iroquios

Trusting white men was a error boy

Territory terrible story

Parables they bore me

Red herring

For sure

You should get a corgi

Get Out lyrics - Asher Roth

It seems like city girls don't smile

I ain't seen the stars shine in awhile

Sick of all the concrete in the backyard

Like it when the parking isn't that hard

It seems like city girls don't smile

I ain't seen the stars shine in awhile

Sick of all the concrete in the backyard

Like it when the parking isn't that hard

Maybe 'cause the high rise blocks the sunshine

Maybe 'cause my dollars turn to cents

We just want to take off all our clothes sometimes

But there's nowhere close to swim

I might need to get out of the city

I might need to get out of the city

I've been here for way too long, way too long

Don't wanna wait too long, wait too long

I might need to get out of the city

I might need to get out of the city

I've been here for way too long, way too long

Don't wanna wait too long, wait too long

Roll me up a cigarette

Light me up a fire

We don't need no internet

We gon' be here for awhile

Wanna see the sunrise and the sunset

Don't mind a little bit of rain

Just need some time to reset

Take a break from everything

I might need to get out of the city

I might need to get out of the city

I've been here for way too long, way too long

Don't wanna wait too long, wait too long

I might need to get out of the city

I might need to get out of the city

I've been here for way too long, way too long

Don't wanna wait too long, wait too long

KNOW GRANDMASTER 456 TAPE lyrics - Asher Roth

I wanna get to know myself better, so I can do better

'Cause whether I know or not, to settle I'll never

Reach my full potential, I mean essentially I'm special

There's not another set of chemical bonds

Electrons, neutrons, protons

Not sure about photons, but that's what I'm on

I'm trying learn more, get to Earth's core

That's a metaphor, not for real

'Cause I would burn for sure (For sure)

The stove's hot but touch it if you gotta

Ain't a lot that matters so might as well grab the data

All knowledge ain't attainable, let alone retainable

But blaming bols and just complaining really ain't the way to go (No)

Gotta take it day by day, little baby steps

Little lady reps, no shade to the ladies

It's just their strength may be maybe less (Maybe less)

Than a full grown masculine man

But is man full grown if he don't know who he am?

No dream or a plan? Not a scheme or a scam

It's more important, it's encouragement to know that you can

You should and you will

You don't need a special skill just to get behind the wheel

And see where it goes

'Cause even though you might end up back at your home

At least you hit the road and now you know (For sure)

And appreciate home a little mo' (Love home)

No code or shortcuts, could always use more bucks

'Cause work sucks but shucks

Create your own luck, improve your circumstance

Reach out to some friends and even try to dance

'Cause life is moving at the speed of light and it could end tonight

So might as well take the day to do something that frightens you

Like a hot air balloon in Mexico that's new

See the sights from 2,000 feet above the sea

It might cost a little bit but the experience is neat

And experience is key, each experience unique

Gotta live before your knees get weak and it gets out of reach

Capeesh?

Laryngitis lyrics - Asher Roth

Laryngitis, fear of heights, and parent-teacher conferences

Tell me your accomplices, tell me your accomplishments

Feel I ain't accomplished shit dealing in the college sense

Said it ain't a competish, maybe it's the opposite

Now they're getting rich in exchange for apocalypse

Hard to exist, Oculus Rift not an option

The box what you think is actually what we're locked in

Without a locksmith [?] getting dark see

Rather drink sake with foxies

Next to palm trees while the gods speak Farsi

Pay my tab in prayers and thoughts, believe what you can't see

[?] gotta eat when you're hungry

Not to be all these wants become daunting

Some things just aren't belonging

So when that gong rings and breaks you from your arming

I hope there's no rain in your awning

'Cause darling this world don't reciprocate

Karma's real but a little late, still on a dinner date

I feel still in my middle age

Build my field while while you're sealed in a guilded cage

Can't steal from my minute maid [?] little lemonade

And know what the vendor paid, skills to my center fade

Stay real tell incentive straight

But whatever, if it's meant to be, better with integrity

Laundry lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Michael Christmas & Larry June)

[Intro:]

Yo, can we bum a cigarette?

Yeah, go ahead

Alright, you ready

[Verse 1 - Asher Roth:]

[?] I could be a Transformer

[?] out of order

On the corner selling porn, Jack

Thumb on my plumbs, I'm a real Jeff [?]

Set, cut the check, wanna move to California

Married and divorced all up in the same summer

Susan Summers and the [?] hand warmer

Cam corder on, drive me home Land Rover

Aristocrat, beurocrat, diplomat

Listening to Juelz, it made me wanna rap

Now I'm on his track and these girls all on me

Telling me my perfume smells like clean laundry

Dog Bounty Hunter bought his drier sheets too

Clean underwear got me feeling brand new like woo

[Hook - Asher Roth:]

Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry

(Back when you was asking me to rap

And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)

Smells like laundry (Fresh)

Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry

(Back when you was asking me to rap

And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)

[Verse 2:]

Now they smell like Henny and some reggie in the sack

Jazz in the background, cigarette ashes

Niggas spend money on spinners

Laundry detergent, expensive ass dinners

Niggas used to buy Backwoods for the lil ones

It sound like Harlem Shake, I'm a kill 'em

Got-ta-got-ta-nah-nah Otis

I feel like Jigga in a Focus

Backpack with a twan sack they ain't noticed

Cause out here you could smoke weed in the open

Don't be a menace to church

And don't ask how niggas did work

Cause every time I got a stain on my shirt

I was coming out the mud like I was digging on dirt

[Hook:]

Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry

(Back when you was asking me to rap

And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)

Smells like laundry (Fresh)

Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry

(Back when you was asking me to rap

And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)

[Verse 3:]

[?]

All black looking like I'm up to something

I don't give a fuck, I'm still mobbing on 'em

Just bought a new Hammer, I might slide on 'em

Now the phone ringing, that's the bitch calling

She just hit a lick and I need it all

She was in the town, I was in the [?]

Checked twenty bands then I killed the throat

I met a bad hipster bitch [?]

One thing that Larry hates is hating hoes

[?] smoke, bad bitches, stripping, [?]

Now it's two in the morning and the bitch catting off

Smelling like fresh laundry when I'm on a bitch couch

Hit my nigga Chuck phone then I slide to the south

Got a wammy in the kitchen, hundred thousand in the couch

Nigga smellin' like laundry

[Hook:]

Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry

(Back when you was asking me to rap

And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)

Smells like laundry (Fresh)

Smells like laundry (Fresh), smells like laundry

(Back when you was asking me to rap

And girls smell fresh like laundry out the pack)

More Or Less lyrics - Asher Roth

Man, I'm just trying to make some records and a million bucks

Buy a yacht, have a party with Brazilian butts

Is that really too much? No such thing as free lunch

Don't mind me while I pour 7-Up into my water cup

Little come up, record labels try to break the fun up

Cutting up a rug with Arnold Schwarzenegger's son, bruh

Illegal one, Maria's son? Nah, beat it, hun

Sleeping with the maid while your second wife is leavin', huh

I need it, bruh, if I go without eating, I'm

Really self defeated, I'll just curl up in a fetus slow

Sunny side, I see it but you need to bring me weed to blow

Favorite is OG, these are little things you need to know

Fuck it yo, I'm vegan now, all I eat is beans [?]

Frown upon the vagabonds who feast upon the meat of cow

How Sway? How Sway, how?

That's like rappin' but when rappin' all allowed to use is vowels

Now, pow pow, onomatopoeia

Catch me in the early summer on a peak in Indonesia

Tweaking on my inner being, concentrating on my breathing

While you off center bitches acting like a child teething

This is meaningless, either that or dude's a fucking genius

Chances are your girlfriend probably touched me on my penis

Hedonist, if I don't even like it in the tiniest

[?] with Gigi Hadid in bikini is

As good as it gets, only root for the best

From the East coast but I stay good on the West

More or less

More or less

No More Parties In L.A. (Freestyle) lyrics - Asher Roth

[Johnny "Guitar" Watson & Junie Morrison:]

La di da da-a, da-a (I like this flavor)

La da da da di da da-a, la-a

Let me tell you, I'm out here

From a very far away place (Me too)

All for a chance to be a star

Nowhere seems to be too far

[Asher Roth:]

Moved to LA for like 4, 5 years or something

It was cool, I was new to this endless summer

Used to cruise in the hills bumping Rampage tapes

JP playing beats thinking life's so great

Like hey, what a beautiful day

Let's go to the beach, and check out the waves

Maybe check out some babes, even smoking some weight

Knowing damn well [?] that this life don't play

But anyway went from [?]

Dreams of one day to have a Hollywood mansion

Damn son, what was you on?

Fuck any assistant of [?]

Distracted by the scene, didn't know I was wrong

Hoped to get me a song, hoping that I get on

But now I know though

Bitches do anything for a photo at the SoHo

Move to L.A. and pretend that they a model

Pay $1000 for a Grey Goose bottle

Then be sleepin' on the couch of the promoter's condo

Gosh girl, get you a job

Serving at the bar but she don't even charge for round 2 though

True though, dude look good in bathing suits though

[?] with that [?] tuna

Then tune up at Equinox

Working on [?] quads, glutes, other body parts

Oops, have I said a lot

Oh look at you looking cute, booty too

What's that Instagram?

I ain't for that, more bout that raw rap

[?] freestyle, need more that

Even way before that, that 2Pac Shakur [?]

Alcoholic sugar free speak kind of sort of

Getting too cute, need to be ruthless

Something in your tooth little dude, you look stupid

Talking [?] on the news type clueless

Crew probably stab you in the back like Brutus

Truth is not here for some motherfucking call back

Here to make moves and to juke you out your jock strap

Hanging with the [?] and the hot tracks

Hollywood groups, lick my tiny little ball sack

So I had to move back to Philly, boom-bap for really

No more parties in LA with Lohan [?]

I mean Molly on the side probably smiling so wide

Cause she know celebrities all dying inside

And I ain't got time to waste

Hope you got the good side of my face

Or I'll lie about my age

And I'm on the front page of some tabloid

Saying that my management blame it on my bad boy phase

Please believe it, fame I don't need it

This ain't no shade to LA or [?]

This is just to say that the game try to lead us

To bright and shiny things and I'm saying you can keep

So shouts to Kendrick and Q, Jay Rock, and Odd Future

Earl if you need that apple sauce, know I got you, yo

Vince be the truth, Nippsey [?]

Buddy when I get back, have them Backwoods cued

So I be getting dough while I'm working on the floor

You be doing blow with one O with hopes to see Leo, please

Not me yo, deal but no deal

Leave you with one spiel for real, and that's to be yourself

No more parties in LA

Please baby, no more parties in LA

Okay well, maybe I'll go for a few days

But only if I hit the Lakers game with Dave

But jeeze, no more parties in LA

Come on, no more parties in LA

Oops lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. D.A. Wallach)

[D.A. Wallach:]

Caliente Poblano

Tabasco to the head

I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos

But I probably should go to bed

And you know that pops a model

But I ride with my mom instead

So I'll probably be fine tomorrow

But tonight I'm better off dead

[Asher Roth:]

Gadzooks don't catch dad in a bad mood

Act cool in a fat suit with a satchel

Rap root grass roots holy mackerel

Last rule's stack loot with a cackle

It's track two, pack fuel in a parachute

What you rather use yo, the mule or the pair of boots

Prepare the troops to lose, paraplegic

Parents get duped by loose pledge of allegiance

He's pure genius, speech undefeated

Hold on to your seat, believe me you're gonna need it

Neat shit but gee, I rather take a ski trip

Get sea sick when I deep sea fish so

Flea flicks speak with my priestess

Cause me and Lil B look a little Jesus

It's ridic- what we do for free shit

Turn on your TV, I think you should see this 'cause

[D.A. Wallach:]

Caliente Poblano

Tabasco to the head

I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos

But I probably should go to bed

And you know that pops a model

But I ride with my mom instead

So I'll probably be fine tomorrow

But tonight I'm better off dead

But tonight I'm better off dead

[Asher Roth:]

Jeez Rafiki don't throw your feces

Please keep the peace eat a peach with the three piece

Speech never ceased, won't leave til I three-peat

Be low-key smoking weed in dashikis

It's me [?] Speak Easy [?]

Like Lykke Li but she might think I'm creepy

Three strikes yikes, need to tighten up the lead

I'm the nicest in the league but the hype thinks I peaked

It's like yeah right, still sucking on a teet

When I be up on the beat, leave the seat up on you geeks

My martini up her knee, better suck it up and leave

Use a rubber when I hump her, double pump it up in peace

Don't be such a dweeb cause I'm from another breed

Jeez cover when you sneeze, at least turn the other cheek

I fuckin' reek while at supper with my neice

But please don't tell her mother, be in trouble for a week

[D.A. Wallach:]

Caliente Poblano

Tabasco to the head

I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos

But I probably should go to bed

And you know that pops a model

But I ride with my mom instead

So I'll probably be fine tomorrow

But tonight I'm better off dead

[Asher Roth:]

Low blow bro super nice with the yo-yo

So-sos go to a show, say he dope though

Hoes go "whoa" ever since I went solo

No more jokes though, gotta get the dough-dough

Blow home grown lawn mowing in Manolos

Bath robes and open toes, sip on cocoa

Mojo all on my home so no photos

Flow so woah, make the bros go homo

Toto and Scara Crowe drink Four Locos

And throw clothes to hoboes to jump pogo sticks

Oh shit yo, don't forget the glow sticks

And red slippers cause I only need a couple toe clicks

No place like home though, I get nostalgic

Only cross the road so I can get some more chicks

No goal though, oh well duly noted

That's the way it goes in the show biz, homie

[D.A. Wallach:]

I'm bodyin' Mint Milanos

Tabasco to my head

[?] dance tomorrow

But I'm probably better off dead

Yeah I'm probably better off dead

Yeah I'm probably better off dead

Yeah I'm probably better off dead

Pantophobia lyrics - Asher Roth

(originally by Khruangbin)

My feet slower to hit the floor morning

I'm groaning

I don't wanna go

A lot snow

It's too cold

I don't wanna know

The temperature

Can be sure

From my breathe it's burrr

I much prefer the warmth

But now December hurr

End of overture

I remember the conversation

With Lucy saying

Christmas is commercialization

An operation

Ran by the eastern syndicate

But don't spoil Santa Clause for all the little kids

It's super innocent

Check your chimney man

You need to get it swept

I think something really wrong with me Linus

I caught a virus or something

Christmas is coming and

I ain't running round decking the halls

Presents get bought

For the friends and the boss

Sending em cards

Wishes regards

Red ribbons

On cars

A Benz or Lexus

Is parked

In the driveway

I say

It's all so bizarre cause...

Maybe it's pantophobia

Even tho the zodiac

Told me three homies showing up

To show mad love to Joe's son

They giving out gold

And oil, incense it's lit

What they getting for the kids as gifts

Shouts to St. Nick

Stacking up box

Of clothes

Socks to go

Closets get stocked with hope

Of a Nintendo

Cause the friend next door

He's only 10

But he's always on internet

Getting fed info that

He ain't even fact check

And he got sneakers on

They ain't even out yet

How can I combat that?

Maybe he should ask his dad

But his dad be debt so bad

Like dag that's pretty bad

So much for all the ho ho hoes

Who getting dough?

Don't you know we broke?

Where's my Christmas miracle?

I want a shiny vehicle

Power steer

Rear wheel clear

And the ceiling fold

Man, it's a shame

I be stuck with all these reindeer

It's the same dude last year

As this year

The year

Before that I was bad

That's the past here

And right now man that's really

All that matters

Mad cheers

I'm drunk

On sugar plum

Rum punch

Bah hum bug

Enough with all

The fun stuff

She sung

Raw Cypher lyrics - Asher Roth (with King Chip, $kinny & Chevy Woods)

[Asher Roth:]

First of all, my dog, back off

Ash Roth top five right now, better know that

But rap without me is like braid-less Moesha, Kobe with no Shaq

But when I'm not on the mic all I get is blank stares

No one cares, and a slow clap

But just because you rapping like "Da-da-da-da-da-da"

Doesn't mean you really rap

I can't grasp how these broke asses claiming to be rich

But really get no cash

I been to your whack show, what you call that, bro?

25 people at home with a cat?

You go posting like "Yo it was packed, it was dope

It was girls from the front to the back"

All these cum rags keep comparing white rappers with Asher

But everyone knows I'm the dad

For the craft, or a laugh, not a tad outlasted

I don't really care what you say

10 years from now ima still love college

While I'm fucking white girls out in Arizona state

I'm sick of hearing all the hoes you be having

How much dro you be smoking, homie no you don't

You showed up with bros

Here's a RAW paper, do you even know how to roll?

Let it go like my hair length

I'm gonna quit rap start a band, I'm gonna play bass guitar

Me, Chevy, Chip, and Dumbfounded

What should we call it?

Hmm, how bout RAW?

[King Chip:]

I been wakin' up everyday, doing the fuck I want

All I need is for shit to be cool, and pass that fuckin' blunt

Nigga never gave no fucks about police, I piss on all they graves

Justice for Mike Brown, you son of a bitch there's gon' be hell to pay

I got the severed heads of 100 cops up out my chariot

What if every hood united? That would be some scary shit

Way more niggas than cops

You too sure nigga how to do anything

3d print my SK, walk in TSA, couldn't say anything

I walked in like a real one, ready to kill somethin'

Its impossible to hear my voice, and not feel nothin'

Suck a black dick, Bill O'Reilly fuck you

I'm King Chip I say exactly what I want to

Nigga never gave no fuck bout politics, I got the power, bitch

4 bedroom house, in my living room I got a lot of chicks

Smokin' fool.... Nigga, we smokin' fools

How does it feel to be wearin' a chain that's way more dope than you?

[$kinny:]

I be that same nigga with a whole lot of jewels, whole lot of hoes, whole lot of O's, blow whole lot of O's, whole lot of guns blow whole lot of holes, home full of holes, whole full of fuck yous, whole lot of crews that'll ride for me, die for me, pry for me, rob for me, probably get caught by the cops for me, cop drops for my niggas that'll lie for me. And if you wanna pop off let it pop off. In a benz with the top off with some drop offs. In the tint it'll be hotboxed you'll be hot sauce with some twins in the lunchbox full of pot roast. [?]

I be up in Cairo with the pharaohs.

I be up in Cabo with dineros.

On the beach with a barrel full of arrows.

Y'all cant bang with us hang with us

Bunch of fuckin' traderers, starngerers

Never see me paperless, I'm angel dust

Dope boy straight dangerous, irregulars.

I'm the same nigga you love to hate. Must be the bands I make

Must be the pounds I make

must be the way I bang LA

Must be the whip I brought around the town today

Must be the bitch I flew in outta town today

Must be the shit I blew up in the mandalay better do what the camel say

Few goons from france saint tropez. Haters go scramblé.

[Chevy Woods:]

Young dope sellin nigga

4800 got the coke sellin nigga

Now all these wannabe friends see us real now they wanna try and coattail a nigga, but

Ha.. look I ain't for it, dodge on them niggas na this ain't ford.

211 when they run it back to me now that's what I call a raw report.

That Honda accord, three chickens in a wheel well.

Lil nigga when it come to that kitchen you know I know that shit real well.

Yea, say hi to me, the nigga who they sayin' wouldn't be shit.

Oh, look and I'm Randy Savage [?] Yo bitch want the beef stick.

That's cold, see this watch here cost a new home.

Look baby I'm ballin' watch these shooters get you outta that zone.

You talkin' like you gettin' to the money, you ain't gettin' to the money pussy leave me alone.

Ha.... Ha....

And I never keep shit at my home.

Niggas always talkin' that killa shit but they don't know no motherfuckin' killas.

They say I always rap about drug sellin' cuz I was out on that corner with the dealers.

You see I'm doin' this so I'm ain't gotta go back to that book bag full of that work.

And a pussy ass nigga tried to set me up same pussy ass nigga that got merked.

If you bang that shit, nigga claim that shit, see me I don't fuck with that side, try me better look out your window I have them niggas waitin in that car parked outside.

I ain't ever get no money with you broke ass niggas, never told y'all who's the connect.

Ima always be 4800 nigga real shit homies on the set.

Shoes off, champagne, steak well done not the crib this is all on a jet.

They don't wanna give it to me ima take my shit either way ima get my respect.

Free all my niggas that's locked in the cage when they touch down they gon' see.

And tell them pussy ass niggas don't copy my shit and you know that's TGOD fuck nigga. Oooohhhh!!

Snazzy Kat lyrics - Asher Roth

My life's incredible, well, life in general, wow

These berries edible, yeah, this weed is medical, ah

I got ahead by putting my head on a pedestal

Instead of being fed an embellishment for a better world

This one's acceptable, I keep my rep and go

No need to weapon hold, my heat's in this receptacle

Some people cheat and feel the need to be deceptive

But to me the key is let the evil be, just redirect, it's easy

Please don't be impressed, got the greenhouse for effect

Volume three right at your neck and all up on your internet

Calm Maurice in far east on the beats, he be flexing

I ain't sleeping till I'm treating, eating sweets with Judy Jetson

For some reason I feel destined, disbelief is for the flesh

I been leaving it to seek for a little less than a decade

Best made rests in the breast plate

Fresh as it gets, can attest when you press play

Sushi lyrics - Asher Roth & Fat Tony

[Fat Tony & Asher Roth:]

All day, all day

She asks me what I'm doing all day

I told her I'm eating that sushi all day

I'll be eating that sushi all day

All day, all day

She asks me what I'm doing all day

I told her I'm eating that sushi all day

I'll be eating that sushi all day

[Fat Tony:]

I hope it's clean, I hope it's nice

I hope that sushi just right

I'ma eat it all day and all night

I'ma eat it all day and all night

Every morning I delete my call log

Ball so hard, boys call me a ball hog

Yeah I hit it like a homer right up out the ballpark

Ride it like a go-kart

Eat it like a Poptart

The girl give me brain but she's not smart

She headed to my crib and I'm not far

I'm tryna get to know her like Nardwuar

Yeah I'ma dig up in it like an aardvark

Real G's move in silence like a fart

I ride the pony like Napoléon Bonaparte

Might put it in the bootyhole

I eat it up like a tuna roll

[Fat Tony & Asher Roth:]

All day, all day

She asks me what I'm doing all day

I told her I'm eating that sushi all day

I'll be eating that sushi all day

All day, all day

She asks me what I'm doing all day

I told her I'm eating that sushi all day

I'll be eating that sushi all day

[Fat Tony:]

I hope it's clean, I hope it's nice

I hope that sushi just right

I'ma eat it all day and all night

I'ma eat it all day and all night

[Asher Roth:]

Eating sush' around noon cause I'm in the mood

I don't know, not a whole lot to do

I'm kind of loose so I'm tryna get screwed

You're kind of cute so I'm tryna screw you

Calm and cool, Dalai Lama kind of dude

Avocado cucumber roll with the spicy tun'

But if you're tuna's spicy, then shoot...

I ain't tryna fuck with you, I got better shit to do

Fish to skew, fish to fry, fish filet

Ask me where I'm from, I say close to Philly

Yay hooray, moved to L.A

Took a trip to SUGARFISH on my very first date

[Fat Tony & Asher Roth:]

All day, all day

She asks me what I'm doing all day

I told her I'm eating that sushi all day

I'll be eating that sushi all day

All day, all day

She asks me what I'm doing all day

I told her I'm eating that sushi all day

I'll be eating that sushi all day

[Fat Tony:]

I hope it's clean, I hope it's nice

I hope that sushi just right

I'ma eat it all day and all night

I'ma eat it all day and all night

Terry (Freestyle) lyrics - Asher Roth

Yeah

I'm trying to fall in love again

Get Mase back with Puff again

Or Bernie with Republicans

You see what we up against

Chase a dream [?]

A little weed couldn't supplement these rumblings

My money's spent

I'm trying to make a hundred off a couple cents

What the fuck is this

Photos, pose, that pays shows

Spotify plays the same as pesos

Peanuts to me cause

[?] this fetus

[?]

Seat back and feet up

Beat down the leaders that cheat us of freedom

Be proud we read up, Aretha, Anita

I need some reassurance that this industry is worth it

Cause the inner me is nervous that this energy ain't working

I know this shit ain't perfect, I may be a different person

Cause I can't pretend I'm working with this worthlessness they worship

Chilling in my Birkens, freestyling, smirking

Deep down I'm freaked out

Peace out, it's hurting, uncertain

Searching for some universal sound

But when you need or when you look

That's when it's really hard to find

I've had a lot of time to shine really on my mind

I know the world is stone cold homie, that's the bottom line

But what about my mom and sister selling for their wines

So I'm coming from the vine every single time I rhyme

Fine, let's take it back to G.E. 1

When this rap shit was just for fun

Don't it feel good

Or when I spit, you just download on DatPiff

Rate it very high then that's it, fuck that shit

Or make hits then I live on the road

And meet my niece when she's eight years old

I don't know homie, sounds bold homie

Sounds like it'll all grow pretty old on me

I need more, homie

Gary V telling me to believe and if I don't then I be defeat

Well jeeze, I'm a head case, B in the best way

Means I'm unique and my jeans will impress date

Even the most mean-spirited inferior complex driven

Bond-esque villain still find the best in him, yes

That's living if I say so myself

This ain't for you man, this be for my health

Don't it feel good

That's Cute lyrics - Asher Roth

Mhmm, yeah, at least it's just bass

Fuck everything you heard about

Your word of mouth ain't worth a dollar

Verses vicious versatile, don't you take it personal

Turn around, tell another person how I birthed your style

Now I make you nervous, I'm superfluous, is this allowed?

This is child abuse, I'd beat my kid if he was you

Use the same switch that AP did

These nincompoops, no more cute

Fuck the rules, draft him next year too

This ain't fantasy, you pansy, get your Netflix queue

We on that next shit

Your best bet is to get 2 bedrooms with a pool

A nice view on lake and just move

Take the next few, digest, pack a couple bathing suits

Take your lady on vacation get away, just you two

Get a clue on what to do when in the presence of a fool

Never hesitate to set them straight, don't get it misconstrued

It's a lesson how to dress when you don't have a thing to prove

Ayahuasca and a headdress, resting in Peru

That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute

That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute

That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute

That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute

Slip and slide, sit inside

Had Xzibit pimp my ride

Pick her up at 8, but show up later, maybe close to 9

Won't apologize, other things up on my mind

Like time is money, honey, hope you hungry even though you side piece

Chi tea, ladiha, looking like Ashanti

High for the first time, tell her that I mind read

Nah mean? Sitting shotgun, blowing shotties

Avi top 3, so work that body, body

Don't hurt nobody, my bonds diversified as my rhymes

Verses as hot as the mom of Steph Curry, c'mon

The broad side of a barn goes unharmed when you're on

Your arms as strong as I'm hurried

Like when Curtis through the first pitch

Worse then a nerve twitch

Controlling the motherboard, captain of the Mothership

The whirling dervish of this word shit

At my worst I'm perfect, at your girl's nursing

That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute

That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute

That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute

That's cute, that's cute, I ain't fucking with you, but that's cute

Wu Financial lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. The Cool Kids)

[Asher Roth:]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ayo styles upon styles upon style upon styles

Ain't seen a blond this hot since Barb Wire

Since Limewire been downloading illegally

Ain't bought a CD since like 2003

Nah everything's speeding

Gravity in 3D

Many think we cheated and beat it with Game Genie

PlayStation triple play '98

New York Yanks, San Diego Padres

Nowadays everybody on a X-Box

Generation X triple H trying to X pop

Let's smoke pot while we guessing who's the next Pac

Best top, left breast, save it for the desktop

Rest stop while the truckers getting liquorish

Hard to give a fuck when you barely even give a shit

Look at me I'm egotist

Sipping on that regal piss

Doing shit illegal, get a giggle, hearing people bitch

[Chuck Inglish:]

Detroit Fitted

Put a slight bend in my bill

Black Grand National turnin' twisting my wheel

The heavy-handed when I whip

The full clip when I steer

The Helly Hansen bubble fitted, case it's chilly in here

Rest in peace Uncle Phil, the Big Willy, the Wheel of Fortune

The real deal bruh's really doing numbers

Poyz and Pirlz jumper with the Air Max runner

This Summer... The '97 Hummer

When Nas was "Esco," roll up the petro

The Pelle Pelle retro

"Phone Tap" in the deck though...

On the set though...

[Asher Roth:]

You get no respect hoe

Presto, bless the Pats without Bledsoe

This was '94 bet that I'd be signed to Death Row

Flying in the [?] jet though

Best rolled, sip red cup with [?]

[Sir Michael Rocks:]

Man this how it's about to go down

My yayo in a snow mound

I swan dived into it, the time bomb temperament

I got make you wanna keep a bigger badder master

To rip into your ass if you think about some action

Splash 'em

Baby Busch Garden at the crib

Keep the lemur in the living room

I know where you live nigga

You ain't even got no WiFi

[?] Blanco Willy Wonka

Pocket down Diddy in the middle of his concert

While lifting up some titties so big they make my arms hurt

Finally Fantasy update on the X-Box 3

Take a hour and a half, take a shower and a bath

And a walk around the park and the shits still ain't stop yet

Anniversary boxset edition I got

Cost 11 hundred dollars and I'm missing some shit

¡Y TU! lyrics - Asher Roth

The sky glistens, the vibe missing is back

God spittin', put the 'Ville on the map

Once upon a time there was not a realer than rap

All that money buys you could never fill in that gap

So drop a funny line or cunning rhyme

Whatever style, you decide

Teach a butter how to fly

Lick a shot a hundred times

The beauty of it, record in the studi, eff it

To do it right here in public

Prove that you truly love it

From Brooklyn to Czech Republic

Truth that we truly covet

Your mood could be messing up

The crew help you get above it

After you will see, you and me

[?] Tracee, Bear, Saint Tommy, Simon Powell, Baylor Beats

Blvff is coming back this week (What up?)

That's the faculty

Rapping like we athletes

If you wanna pass, better learn how to weed casually

Actually I would never ask thee to do something I wouldn't do

So these raps be holding up my end of the bargain

Look what we started, a party, and now we charted

And chartered a plane to Harbyn who's getting married in May, enchanté

Nice to meet you, greet you, reaching new people

The feats be the features, leap to new peaks

Speak the future [?] see soon, be cool

That's the first rule if you creep through

Other than that we all equal, Y Tu

And you, and you, and you, and you

Welcome to UOC

Fall semester, baby

"Retro Hash" (2014)

• Parties At The Disco lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. ZZ Ward)
• Dude lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Currensy)
• Tangerine Girl lyrics - Asher Roth
• Pull It lyrics - Asher Roth
• Something For Nothing lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Coyle Girelli)
• Fast Life lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Vic Mensa)
• Last Of The Flohicans lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Major Myjah)
• Be Right lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Major Myjah)
• Pot Of Gold lyrics - Asher Roth
• Keep Smoking lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Chuck Inglish)

Parties At The Disco lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. ZZ Ward)

[Hook - Asher Roth,(ZZ Ward):]

Thinking bout the

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Got me feeling wishful

Thinking bout the

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Parties at the Disco

If i could fly, I would fly

I would fly, I would fly away

From here (here)

(You might get ugly, just because it's hard to make ends meet

But all the money don't mean shit

If you ain't here with me)

[Verse 1 - Asher Roth:]

Cause the cash rules everything around

So, every now and then

Feeling like I'm out of town

Got a chill, sit down, remember how to be a child

Wide eyes with a smile

What? When? Where? How?

Styles of nostalgic

Lisp and a cowlick

Jumped to the moon

With a spoon and a spatula

Trapped in the past

Thinking how do we get back to it

Got that funny, funny feeling at last

[Hook:]

Thinking bout the

Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh

Caught me feeling wishful

Thinking bout the

Oh,oh,oh,oh,oh

Parties at the Disco

If i could find, i would find

I would find, I would find a way

My dear (my dear)

(You might get ugly, just because it's hard to make ends meet

But all the money don't mean shit

If you ain't here with me)

[Verse 2 - Asher Roth:]

Yeah

To get some, you give some

So pick one

Lose some, you win some

So have fun

Don't stress, just do flips

Just press on

Mood twists, the shoe fits

You step on

Keep walking down the path that you meant for

Dark.....? is essential

We will always come back to the threshold

But, first

You gotta let go

[Hook:]

Thinking bout the

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Caught me feeling wishful

Thinking bout the

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Parties at the Disco

Dude lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Currensy)

[Hook:]

Dude

Yeah, yeah, chillin' in some shorts

Sippin' on a cold one, sittin' on the porch

Only chopsticks, I don't ever use a fork

Go for it, little dork, don't you know, I'm that dude

Yo, yo, born from a stork

Kung Pao chicken, you can pile on the pork

When I get bored, I just call up Scott Storch

House phone, no cord, of course I'm that dude

[Verse 1 - Asher Roth:]

Cut my hair in two years

Drink beer, get weird

Get clear advice when my friends tell me get real

No deal, I be sippin' smoothies and shit

Gettin' stoned and then I go alone to movies and shit

Bolognese, homemade, only played croquet

In a cloak, and like old episodes of Soul Train

Run with the O'Jays, Whole Foods for the groceries

OJ, Moets, cherries and Yoplait

No way, Jose, Cuervo in a bear coat

Hair long, tomatoes, grow my ver' own

Barebone, dare you to out-stare a scarecrow

Blow whale's airhole, hair like scared werewolf

Get down, sheets got a high thread count

Red gown, gets drowned out by my med sound

Loud, TED talks on the iPad

Old search says Bang Bros., my bad

Good weed got be talkin' 'bout deities

Aphrodites, sucker for good lighting

And neat handwriting, sorta like calligraphy

Trick or treat at 30, dressed up as Jackie Tree

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - Curren$y:]

Niggas is clowns, I hand out styles like

I make them at home, beneath my

Workshop lights

Hundreds of these, it's nothing to me

At home over the stove, makin' these keys

Laughin' at these little niggas mimicking me

They slidin' down razor blades, landin' in alcohol rivers

I can't get with 'em, nah, Spitta chillin'

And I still claim Jets at your

Motherfuckin'

With a batch of pot brownies in the oven and some hoes

Comin'

Same old shit spinnin', just the toilet bowl different

Bathrooms bigger, bigger mirrors

Hoes seein' themselves in 'em and havin' twisted visions of us livin'

Coexistin', demolishing my pimpin'

None of that asking where I'm going

Furthermore, when I'm comin' back

No wine, no top hat, I still pull a disappearin' act

Never die, motherfucker, that's what I say

Gettin' money out your bitches every goddamn day

Homie said he want a show, I want 10 grand

I'mma need 10 more when my plane land

Baby never met another nigga higher or hotter

Bitch, just hit the weed, don't

Ask where I got it

In the presence of these international globe trotters

On the bus ballin' out in different towns with my partners

Life

Tangerine Girl lyrics - Asher Roth

[Intro:]

[Asher harmonizing]

Bad to the-Bad to the-Bad to the [x2]

[Verse 1:]

Made of money, I was thinking about her all week

Would've treated her to some Grigio, and fresh brie

The way we vibing it reminded me of ice tea

Want to drink it up so baby come and let's leave

[Hook:]

Sweet, Tangerine Girl

Sweet, girl [x2]

[Verse 2:]

Got me grooving when I'm turning on the radio

If you feel it baby go ahead and let me know

We could run away and hang out on the country side

Cause not a problem in the world if it's just you and I

[Hook]

Bad to the bad to the

Bad to the bad to the

Bad to the bad to the

[Verse 3:]

Bad to the bad to the bad to the bone

Look real close, I should've known

Heels and the toes to be matching her coat

And the jewels and the rose

Just to add to the show

MM-MM Fine, Clementine

What I gotta do to make you mine?

Girl you set my heart on fire

Open fire, I could die from

Sweet tea, and I need refreshment

The best in sheets, better keep me guessing

Must aim to please, teach me a lesson

Geek Van der Beek, dawg, reek a second

All stop, Bumbaclaat

Do you want to run to the sun or not

If you wanna fly better come inside

Come along we'll go for a ride

Bad to the bad to the

Bad to the bad to the

Bad to the bad to the

[Hook]

Pull It lyrics - Asher Roth

[Hook:]

One finger in the air just like this

One finger in the air and I'm gon' pull it

Yes, I'm gon' pull it, yes, I will pull it

Yes, I'm gon' pull it, yes, I will pull

[Verse 1]

She made me do it, no, I won't complain

I won't make excuses, I know I won't change

Call me fucking stupid, it ain't all a thing

Why do I keep pursuing? Searching off again

Only relation, I ain't good at relationships

I ain't no angel, but no, you never gave a shit

And I'm gon' make it, I try to walk away from it

But separated, you call my name in ecstasy

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]

Far to the right

Gone to the break of dawn, off for the night

Lost in a vacant lot, parked on a light

Crossed and it's shaking too long or a fight

And all in my might, call her a "might"

Know that I shouldn't cause it's hard to be nice

Boys gotta pick it when the arguments right

Stars and the stripes, off when a hall make me larger than life

Aw, beep beep, knees deep in a DC

Please need these demons to leave me

Need peace, no reason to repeat

Retreat, it's easy, just release

Relief, be free, let it go

Fiening a leaf, ain't no need to control

Planting a seed, let me reap what I sow

Defeated the pieces he blow, pow

[Hook]

[Hook]

Something For Nothing lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Coyle Girelli)

[Verse 1 - Asher Roth:]

Ey, yo I gave it all

Maybe save me some

Save the crumbs for a rainy one

Pay me nothing

Ungrateful lust

Put faith and trust in unfaithful love

Play the game

She would play for fun

Straight his face

She would taste the cum

Change of ways

And make you raise a gun

A spotless mind can't erase the sun

And your retire plan has gone dark

She ain't got a feeling, she ain't got no heart

Blame it on the back, looking up stars

Telling bout the past

Telling everything he thought of

When he first saw her, how he want a daughter

But her mother better be cut from the goddess cloth

Hardest part is she hardly talks

And a kiss, eyes wide as the sky is tall

[Hook - Coyle Girelli:]

I wanna another one, A love

I must of given the sea

If you want something out of nothing

Then you won't get much from me

Someone in life used to tell you

That the best things are free

If you have something out of nothing

Then you won't get much from me

[Verse 2 - Asher Roth:]

These Walls

I built

Free fall

Climb, fail

Please, no

Try still

Keep going

Cry help

Eyo, back for more i guess thats a lure

Pass some more , whether i ask for yours

Back and forth an attractive sore

I got a passion for it, a fantastic force

Pass the point, i can't stop

Do I gotta severe at the source or just ride?

When you're in a war, and the doors only box

Searching for the shore is the only thing you got

[Hook - Coyle Girelli]

[Verse 3 - Coyle Girelli:]

Wake up, if you want to make a change

Are we gonna break up, cause i can't carry on this way

Smother me in nothing, I'd still get for you a golden pearl

I bet its like a coffin, what happen to the naughty girl

Fast Life lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Vic Mensa)

[Intro:]

Someone's always caught up in the...

Someone's always caught up in the fast life

Someone's always caught up in the fast life

[Hook - Asher Roth:]

Fast life, someone's always caught up in the fast life

Fast life, someone's always caught up in the fast life

Fast life, someone's always caught up in the fast life

Fast life, someone's always caught up in the fast life

[Verse 1 - Asher Roth:]

Far too delicate, it's hard when a father is yelling and

Takes it out on her or the dog for the hell of it

Only thirteen when she started developing

By fifteen, attractin' older gentlemen

She let them in, mom wasn't looking, she might have been

Turned a blind eye found it better than fighting with

Her little girl caught in a sinister world

No sibling or a sister that could show her the pearls

So she turns to the night sky

Drinking to get by, pills above the sink that be helping her get high

All the while she's forgetting to ask why

Feeling like the only way of living is let die

Why goodbye is the hardest of speech

Go along for the ride at a startling speed

Through the rise and the fall and the balance in peaks

While the heart tries to find what it needs

Don't get caught up in the

[Hook - Asher Roth]

[Verse 2 - Vic Mensa:]

Ain't it hard, to get up out of your momma's basement

If I could buy my way to Heaven or a diamond bracelet

Can't help, but wonder if my time is wasted

If I'm waiting on a train instead of trying to race it

Too fast, my lady told me "Slow down baby

By the way I work for seven", she said she know I'm crazy, ayyy

How you gotta walk before you run

Gotta look before you leap but lose faith before you preach

And just think before you reaching for the handle of your gun

And you running from what you done to become what you never wanted to

Hunted you want to run, running from the sound of the sirens

Chicago no violence, Nobody could tell me

Come find me, I need an island, to hold my family

Take up ten rows of the Grammy seats

Granted we've known each other for some time

It don't take a whole day to recognize sunshine

Look around

[Hook - Asher Roth (x2)]