Asher Roth Lyrics

Things Change lyrics - Asher Roth

Only thing that never changes, is things change

Things change, things change

Things change

I ain't tryna get really deep, it really be

These breast be really free, I really feel better

As soon as I take a breathe or a breather

Neither either man, I'm here nor there

I'm everywhere, I'm every shared experience

I'm serious, I'm kiddin', I'm-

Living lord willin' and chillin'

No ceilin' while dealin' in feelings

All things considered it's going swimmingly

No twenty-three in me, in my DNA, when I was twenty-three

I was in the A, I was seventeen straight, all day, no break

'Till I Californicate, had to leave L.A., get my shit straight

Re-up on my game, I was gettin' away

From everything of, what I was made

Well, maybe it's a mental thing

Feelin' pressure from the fam and the friends and the fans

Cameras always on, come on Wayne party on

Livin' like it's Mardi Gras, sorry dawg, gotta grow

Tell me what the future holds, you don't make it, never know

Only thing that never changes, is things change

Things change, things change

Things change

If Heaven closed it's gates and Hell was broke

All you had was everyday you woke, would you be hella woke

But would you sell your soul so, you could get hella dough

Just so you could sleep at night, you would take a heavy dose

Way more than that melaton, you would need that heavy smoke

Just to keep your mellow bones, cause you always on the go

On the plane, on the phone, on the road

Homie you was never home

Cool with that and let it roll

Or would you try to slow your roll

Only thing that never changes, is things change

Things change, things change

Change, it's change

Change

Flowers On The Weekend lyrics - Asher Roth

I don't ever wanna do what you do

Got a bunch of gluten in your doo-doo

I be in the shed making heat heat

You be YouTube 480p (can't see)

All your bullshit I'm beyond that

On the back porch adirondack (laid back)

Bet you didn't know that my mom rap

Hit me with a text "you da bomb, Ash"

I'm like

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Gimme that

I'm framing photos from Mexico City

My living room be looking pretty

From the interior decorating

My lady be slaying

I ain't playing

I'm playing like only Mozart on vinyl

When I wake up

No pay cuts

Only getting raises and bonuses

Caladiums, roses and

Only that potent shit

I'm growing and going in

My flow is some stoicness

A poet that coexist with the coleus

No coinci-ince...

Coincidences

Good riddance

When finished

Make sure I finish my sentences

Dementia's no friend of the penmanship

I'm thankful my friends ain't never forgetting

My friendliness

No reason to censor it

I love the smell in September

It's kinda like...

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Gimme that

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Mmm...

My girl bring me flowers on the weekend

Mmm...

Making sure I can still smell them

Gimme that

Way More Fun lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Lil Yachty)

[Asher Roth:]

So they say you should trade your fairytales

For a day when the rain comes

But it dreams to believe, don't care to fail

'Cause to me it's way more fun

So they say you should trade your fairytales

For a day when the rain comes

But it dreams to believe, don't care to fail

'Cause to me it's way more fun (Way more fun)

Not everybody's gonna be a rapper when they grow up (Yeah)

Can't everybody play ball like LeBron James (Swish)

Shouldn't matter to you if you know you're never gonna blow up

Don't let it stop you from chasing your dreams (Don't let it)

But it's crazy that maybe your fate has been waitin' for you to call its name (Oh no)

But imagine delayin' 'cause they nay-sayin', oh that would be a shame

So they say you should trade your fairytales

For a day when the rain comes

But it dreams to believe, don't care to fail

'Cause to me it's way more fun

So they say you should trade your fairytales

For a day when the rain comes

But it dreams to believe, don't care to fail

'Cause to me it's way more fun (Way more fun)

[Lil Yachty:]

I wanna book a trip to Bali, Indonesia

Get a hotel in the forest with someone gorgeous

I wanna zipline by the shinin' summertime

I wanna have sex all night to Ginuwine

I need to take a week after nap six hours on the jet

To a place that I'll embrace where the water is wet

I'll bring a bitch in the Sun, and kick it, that be the best

Just live, no stress, I need that, oh yeah

Told the bitch, "Blow the dick like a weed pack"

Hit a school with a check, time to give back

I love my life, God know that

Fuck it, rewind time, we gon' go back

[Asher Roth:]

So they say you should trade your fairytales

For a day when the rain comes

But it dreams to believe, don't care to fail

'Cause to me it's way more fun

So they say you should trade your fairytales

For a day when the rain comes

But it dreams to believe, don't care to fail

'Cause to me it's way more fun (Way more fun)

Hibiscus lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Gaby Duran & CJ Smith)

Won't you

Won't you stay a while

It's hard to find the town so won't you stay a while

We don't have to do much but just lay around

Lemme lay down

Hope you stay a while, do-do-do-do-do do

Won't you

Smokin' on some Christmas tree

Life could be a symphony

If you see it differently

(Tell me so, won't you)

We can order Domino's

Spill on our designer clothes

Oh well, you know how it goes

(You know how it goes)

Won't you stay a while

It's hard to find the town so won't you stay a while

We don't have to do much but just lay around

Lemme lay down

Hope you stay a while, do-do-do-do-do do

Won't you

Think we are in the soft top, drop it

Wander 'round with the wind on sunset

With the volume, turned way up 'cause you playin' my song

Won't you [?], all overseas, workin'

We got a chance, just for today only

How 'bout we both turn up our bones and hide away

Won't you stay a while (Stay a while)

It's hard to find the town so won't you stay a while

We don't have to do much but just lay around

Lemme lay down (Lay down)

Hope you stay a while (Stay a while, babe), do-do-do-do-do do

Won't you stay a while

Still Got Some lyrics - Asher Roth

Maybe it's the red wine talkin'

But lately I've been feelin' unwanted

Pretty much indifferent

But I still got some love to give

Some love to give, some love to give

But I still got some...

Love baby, tough to love lately

Trust among shady to bunk my feng shui

I'm up late, afraid, thinkin' bout gettin' paid

Thinkin' bout all the ways, the different thing I can say

It's strange, witness so many stages to the labyrinth

Madness if you have it, takes a couple days to salvage

What be left, caverns in my chest, sadness becomes the reg

The battle is in the flesh, it's tough being in wantin' and needin'

Of scenes, believin' that we in some deep [?]

I keep hearin' the heat scarin', the grease blarin', fear starin'

Us right in the face, it be right in your way

White and the beige, black and the gray

The fat, under weight, the happily gay, even the facts ain't straight

Ask us to hate, some of us casually straight, yeah

All I can say is

But I still got some love to give (To give, to give)

Some love to give, some love to give

But I still got some...

A little inspiration, goes a long way hombre

Helps to carry me through the off days

When it all says, stay in bed and pretend

In the end, it gets said the enemy is in your head

But if it's in our nature to be hateful, cling to our truth till face blue

Can't make room, for new thoughts, it's too soft grow no moss

And rock on, block all convo that's not yours

Strong opinions, no facts just feelings

Validation givin' for those slingin' for the millions

I can feel it, hope to better myself

I want to yell but can't help that I

(Still got some)

Slow motion, better than no motion

Better than no folks, you'll never grow old

Inevitable, sellin' bee, hella motive

But, even if your skeletons embedded in gold you know

Maybe it's the red wine talkin'

But lately I've been feelin' unwanted

Pretty much indifferent

But I still got some love to give

Some love to give, some love to give

But I still got some love to give (Still got some)

But I still got some love to give

Some love to give, some love to give

But I still got some love to give

Hunnid lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Joyce Wrice)

(Yeah)

These dollar signs are blinding

Kind of ironic

In Between lyrics - Asher Roth

Shit gets complicated but you know it ain't a race (Slow down baby)

Shit don't pay the bills, but you need a little patience

Just-

When you in between, in between (Put it in between)

Some procastin', no hope havin'

Don't matter, feelin' low on the magic

Blowin' smoke till it passes, got no where else but up to go

Only static, gotta close my eyes, try to refocus

Time to practice, all this madness doesn't don't add up

Why everyone so mad cuhz, everything too fast blowin' past us

Feel made stuck, sometimes I gotta back up

Remember everything I have is fantastic, that's cause

Shit gets complicated but you know it ain't a race (Slow down baby)

Shit don't pay the bills, but you need a little patience

Just-

When you in between, in between (Put it in between)

It's hard to navigate, it's better to stay in your place

Always got it figured out, you know that ain't the case

Sometimes the intellect, it only ends up in the way

Only thing to do is let it go and simply wait, for it

When you in between, in between (Put it in between)

It don't matter much cause you already

In between, in between

But things will get much better for ya

Shit gets complicated but you know it ain't a race (Slow down baby)

Shit don't pay the bills, but you need a little patience

When you in between, in between (Put it in between)

Spaceship lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. Buddy)

Woo

Woop, woo

Yeah, time travelin', mind ravelin', unravelin'

I 'magine, I'm dazzlin', I'm tasked with makin' sense of this mess

I confess, I've no idea were we're headed

But instead of gettin' all up in my head and so embedded, dreaded

Everything that's ever been, jetted, just forget it

Never let it get the best of me, effort so pathetic

Gotta shed the skin that get us here

Pessimistic, better year

Fetish with the yester year

Generation extra fear

Metal Gear Solid modelty

Most Goddess believe in the false prophets, leavin' it all behind us

Free from all the gossip (Woo), feelin' like God got his way

Spaceship, take me all the way to you

Take me away from all the bullshit, baby

Weed rollin', weed smokin', remote controllin'

Real life, rollercoaster and overdosin' of off somethin'

Potent in front the lil' homies

Maintain and maintaining, OG's gangbangin'

Dope slangin', money makin', niggas hatin'

Pants saggin', Buddy is the name, same nigga since MySpace

Swagger jackin' actors always yappin' out the mouth

I get it crackin', got the money flippin', acrobatics

Okay, first thing first I repeat, I repeat

Homie, these niggas don't want it, I said these niggas don't want it

You ain't snitch your homie, please, show me, my opponent

These women all up on the D, baby fallin' on her knees

Jesus, help me please, I been spittin' out the pollen seeds

Coppin' tees, poppin' collars, bitch, not a politician

Had a dream, Donald Trump finally got impeached

But they still won't let a nigga get a piece

Uh, still two-steppin', stay pimpin', drank sippin'

Lane switchin', day trippin', shit's mind-bogglin'

Drive fast cars feels like time travelin' (Time travelin')

Yeah, lightspeed, no gravity

Spaceship, take me all the way to you

Take me away from all the bullshit, baby

Wait

Dark Chocolate lyrics - Asher Roth

Been a long day on my cellphone

I just wanna be alone

Part of me wants to stay home

Already see me gettin' old

Been a long day on my cellphone

I just wanna be alone

Part of me wants to stay home

Already see me gettin' old

I just want dark chocolate, I just want dark chocolate

That sweet dark chocolate, sexy dark chocolate

[?], lonely in East L.A

Some time and peace and quiet

So much easier [?]

I just want dark chocolate, send me to the [?]

[?] bitter sweet, send me to the end

I just want dark chocolate, I just want dark chocolate

That sweet dark chocolate, sexy dark chocolate

I just want dark chocolate, I just need dark chocolate

Simple things

Cher In Chernobyl lyrics - Asher Roth (feat. lojii)

[Asher Roth:]

Yeah

Sharin' Sharenobyl, pairable terrible current events

I've had to learn to repent, I've had to learn to relent

To relearn how to vent, sent is certainly concernin'

Gotta learn to ascend, dependin' on your possessions

Might be heavy to mend, when offended by everything

I think there's too many men, I think there's too many Gen X

Baby boomer millennials, fentanyls a killer

Plant pirealials, planet to savanna, Jefferson the bicentennial

Can't even try defendin' y'all, lucky I got many more

Raps for your wave cap, snap backs and strange hats

Kickin' straight facts since Kanye had A-Trak

Not even in my apex, I ain't even age yet

Ain't even complain, I just happen to be laid back

Possibly I'm colder, it happens when your older

I feel it in my lower back, hips, knees and shoulders

Back when Kurt Loder was tellin' us what was comin'

When music was makin' money and rappers was sayin' doney

Rappers gettin' funny, feels like a mixed message

All of these executives gear it to adolescence

I guess that is the essence but, let's just not forget that

That the best shit is usually undetected, sex is unprotected

[lojii:]

You know it's funny when you try to keep a positive vibe but

Life seems to fuck you everytime and you just waitin' on the sign

When you're the farthest thing from home, you put the [?]

Go give it to me

Another day, I'm wakin' up and goin' through it

Tryna keep the ups and downs all fluid

Another day I wake up on it and reminisce

How a life time of hopes and dreams turned into this

Another day where every moments a beautiful beignets

And the backdrops flood with beautiful [?]

That all catalogin' my color index

And when I have a moment to reflect I paint the image

Lost the sound tracks that I select like

Naughty list of [?]

Life in perspective, mutin' out objections

Findin' my objective, that all I really need is friendships of

Mutual attentions, people by the tension, talk about prevention

Of violence in communities, the news forget to mention

But we livin' everyday at least until we gettin' gentrified

You know it's funny when you try to keep a positive vibe but

Life seems to fuck you everytime and you just waitin' on the sign

When you're the farthest thing from home, you put the [?]

Go give it to me

Back Of The Class lyrics - Asher Roth

Yeah, yeah, uh

Uhuh, yeah

Yeah

Real life I'm about that

Not the wheel or the race or the mouse trap

Got a bed, real friends and a proud dad

I ain't even graduate, how about that, oh man

It's a shame, gotta teach yourself, to teach yourself

But please don't beat yourself

You gotta reach out, seek out, peep out

Somehow they seem real wild familia

For real, see to possibilitize

All's real with a constant different drive, no time ain't tryna minimize

Stop tryna operate within the lines

Free will it just feel it, trust feelings

Go ahead you can bust through ceilings

One by one, don't rush too silly

Might miss all the fun when you just too serious

I sat back of the classroom

And I ain't learn a God damn thing

(Ain't learned not a God damn thing)

But I started at the [?] and I turned out a G

Now look at me, good

Now look at me, alright

I might not have figured it out yet, but it's alright

Uhuh, yeah, yeah

Uhuh, yeah

Experience is as real as it gets

Feelin' a less of fear, can't slip from a desk

Gotta get up, get out, get something

Get the blood pumpin', get the bass bumpin'

No joke, gotta let go, echo

Can you hear in my speaker till the death bro

Watch your head, man forget what they said yo

Thinkin' for yourself is the best mode, let's go

Get to it, the school of makin' it stupid

No rudimentary rules, they using a no use

Gotta do it yourself, you know well

A welcome won't help develop you, oh well

Can't tell you, where or what happens

Ain't no closed captions, life is all action

[?] passin' while passin'

Class is all backwoods that's why I'm rappin'

I sat back of the classroom

And I ain't learn a God damn thing

(Ain't learned not a God damn thing)

But I started at the [?] and I turned out a G

Now look at me, good

Now look at me, alright

I might not have figured it out yet, but it's alright

Now look at me, good

Now look at me, alright

Might not have figured it out yet, but it's alright

Mommydog lyrics - Asher Roth

Fly alone, fly alone, far away

I appreciate your perspective, especially cause you get it

Essentially it feels destined, no questions or second guessing

But my impression is kinda like Kevin left by his parents

Forgetting left him alone at the home protecting it and

He ain't know it but he was growing

Confessing that

Even though ain't perfected

It's golden, hold it it's precious

And now were older

Thread has decided to reconnect us

I ain't never headed out without feathers made outta heaven

I won't...

Fly alone, fly alone, far away

I have been away for so long

I just wanna come home

Miss my mom and my dog

I'm on my way

I, I, I been away for so, been away for so long

I just wanna come home

I'm on my way

There's something to be cherished about the familiarity

Parents and family, helping hands that have taken care of me

Barely would've made it without those relationships

I wouldn't trade for riches or the other things they say you should

But it's true, it'd be cool if I had a pool in the backyard

Hundred-acre home with a fast car

Facts are, I don't care for it if they ain't there for it

Need the perfect people in my life for me to share it with

Fly alone, fly alone, far away

I have been away for so long

I just wanna come home

Miss my mom and my dog

I'm on my way

I, I, I been away for so, been away for so long

I just wanna come home

I'm on my way

Fly alone, fly alone

Fly alone, fly alone, fly away

EP: Rawther (2017) - Asher Roth (with Nottz Raw & Travis Barker)

Goin Down lyrics - Asher Roth, Nottz Raw & Travis Barker

[Nottz Raw:]

Nottz Raw, Ash Roth, Trav Barker

You already know what it is

Part two

I'm bout to go cray and lose my mind like the whites in West Virgina

Oh what wonderful world this is

Now it's time to take a shit on it

Nottz Rawth, Ash Roth back with a new recruit

One man on the drums, the lyrical man Trav Bark

Had to blink a buck eighty-two times and shit

Fuck the Harry Potter books and the broomsticks

This ass whoopin' is real but you still a nonbeliever

I ain't gotta put hands on ya, just stand next to the speaker

I'm not new to this, I'm true to this, nothing you can do to this

Keep on doubting the boy then I beat your ass blue to this

What the hell is that rancid smell? It's the Rawth again

Back with your second serving of murder before

We just advertising the starter just right before this meal

You about to engulf stomach ulsers and all

Fuckin' with big dog, you ain't got no balls

Your shit's way too small, talking marble small

Suckas saying they boss, they employees at malls

Nah, this ain't just talk, we get it on for the cause

It's goin' down

[Asher Roth:]

Yeah, Ash Roth, Trav Bark, Nottz Raw

A supercalifragilistic-mystic Odyssey

When Travis hits the crashing kick and Nottz is on the beat

With Ash is spitting nasty shit it makes it hard to breathe

Masters of the craft, it's the last of a dying breed

This Rawther is the part when Peter Parker crawls the wall up

Or in Jaws when everybody screams they seen a shark

It takes some balls to put your faith within this ancient art

Playing if you patient, if you brave enough like racing cars

So get the Johnny Blaze straight up out the mason jar

We taking off, so who's the greatest, what you based it on?

We raising stakes and take your ladies to their favorite mall

Buy 'em high heels then we drop 'em off and make 'em walk

This ain't for fame or some silly kind of mating call

Ain't playin' games slaying sayings since I'm ye tall

It's rated R, all ages better stay sharp

Those who paved the way would hate today, we came to lay the law

We wish you Christmas or the Krishna couldn't fix the shit

They sent a prisoner on a infinite fishing trip

We on a mission of making listeners give a shit

Insist on something different but the traditions indigenous

So great googly-moogle it, it's a doo-bluh-vay

Tuning for the newest, we could give a hoot what humans say

So roll a doobie start the movie get the crew to tape

Rawther number two, let the music play

Temptation lyrics - Asher Roth, Nottz Raw & Travis Barker (feat. Royce Da 5'9)

Yeah, I need it

I want it

Forgive me, my Heavenly Father

The demon inside us is seemingly only get stronger

A scene in Nevada with Jesus and thousands of dollars

Things we encounter

Put penis inside a vagina

Gynecology

I am not the normality

Nor manometer

Rhyming with namaste's not an option

I'm getting posh and impatient

I'm sick of waiting

I'd wreck or rolling with Satan while overtaking temptation

Frustrated when people say that they made it

Go posting photos of poor up and poses always their paychecks

Straight flexing

I'm ripping right through the latex

Fetish for flesh

Can't blame me hating safe sex

Just couldn't do it

The cutest proved to be brut-est

My living room is a nudist colony I recruited

I do it for Luda, for Juicy and Screw

The fools that forever do it

Don't go and screw up your youth

I'm saying

We doing it

Na, na, it's going

You don't like me then, oh

My family doing so

We just doing our jobs, you know we do it so

Na, na, na, na

We do it

Got your bitch saying

Na, na, na, na

Shoot 'em

Nickel and N-N-Nots, come and stop what you doing

And we ain't feeling your boys

I'm lyrically Jigga with poise

And Nots is J Dilla on 'roids pow

Nigga, we doing so well

You take the bitch shopping

I take her to a hotel

I float like a butterfly

Sting like a sting ray

Everyday of my life's a holiday

Green day

It's killing season with pens

Knocking down summers

It depends

Either the Benz or the brown Hummer

Alligators and snake skins the base thin

My closet look like it's owned by the crocodile hunter

From the D

The Norfolk and Europe niggas

They tried sleeping on us so we appeared in their sleep

I ironed out my shit

Gave them niggas a crease

So let the spirituals speak

I'm a lyrical beast

We doing it

Na, na, it's going

You don't like me then, oh

My family doing so

We just doing our jobs, you know we do it so

Na, na, na, na

We doing it

Got your bitch saying

Blow Yr Head lyrics - Asher Roth, Nottz Raw & Travis Barker

Man, I don't know

I'm just trying to have fun with it everywhere I go

Truth be told I just got caught up in a bunch of nonsense

Trying to take the fun out of my back pockets and stuff

You'll never take my freedom, you know?

Yo, Ash stop fucking around, yo where's the album?

Your second try never came out my man, how come?

You were like the coolest guy, now we want Malcolm

Who out here too loud, you need to turn it down some

Chill, not now son

Your doubt can't jeopardize my outcome

I style like I'm stretching out in Shaolin

Man of many sounds, I come around

They ask "Who?" like Pete Townshend

I'm O-Town meets Andre 3000, either way keep bouncing

It's wild, I don't even leave the house

And I don't feel the need to reason with you children

Needs to be arousing like a jousting match fouled him

I ain't counting that, astounding how I'm rounding out my alphabet

We ain't even rowdy yet

Salvy ain't make himself a Salvy yet

Bout it since we started smoking salvia

Cruising in a golf cart on the gulf coast with a GoPro

And my bro knows, why old folks go 'There goes that Bozo'

My flow like J. Flacco getting tackled by fat dude

Who grabbed [?] on a back road in bath robe with a bad cold

Homie, I'm that cold

Ash, I just walk around with an afro

And a gavel and I laugh more than a jackal

Crack up, pistachio

Graduate, forget to flip that tassel

My bad yo, that's too much of a hassle

Casserole with Castro

Stash gets blown like it's a gastro, you gassed though

More like watching grass grow

I can be an asshole

I rather just hang out in my castle, blast Outkast

Yo Elroy, where's Astro?

Bet if the Jetsons had a best friend from Def Jam

And Geffen and wed them, I would be the best man

Get it? I'm a breast man

Stick my face right between that chest and

Motorboat those cocos you know it though

Don't no one wan' go toe-to-toe…. rototiller… photos off your motorola phone are terrible

Terrible, Terridome, territory, Tara Reid

Dude from 90210, tornado made of hammer domes

Sharin' poems here, smell my pheromones

Yeah yo, my hair's long

I don't even care homes

Takes these earphones, put them on your eardrums

Here's some of this red rum, you ready boy, here it comes

You ready boy, here it comes

On a full ride to Florida State, too high played it safe

Could've been Flo Rida, my bad, my mistake

Should've started Footloose, the new Kevin Bac'

The way I play chicken in busses with no brakes

And Busta was on break, taking a pay cut

I play cuts from my stuff, make everybody go nuts

Now everybody say "Whaaaat?"

What was that? That was fun

Let's do that again

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...

'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...

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...

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?

(Need another life)

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'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'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'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'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

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

[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

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

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

[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

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

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

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

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