[Lyric] Doozey (Snka)

Excuse me
Where can I ash this doobie?
And grab a movie, and pay cash for a loosie?
Rollin' eyes as I'm scrollin' by past your news feed
It's all the useless groups that won't amuse me
Absolutely, I call my hat my kufiya
That douchey, now that's a doozey (that's a doozey)
Consumin' half a smoothie of passion fruit as I blew trees
Dreamin' up a red Ducati, or a black Suzuki
These jazz labels will probably have to sue me
Loop speed, you's done cleared as I rap profusely
There's a few things that happen to allude me, like...
Ummm, hmmmm...

In the back of a jacuzzi with a pack of brewskis
Since you eat cous cous, blue-toothing Bad & Boujee
I'm loosey-goosey off a lack of booty
As I astutely, smash off in my hoopty
I'm just down to bring trouble ya way
Half-ass my job, even when they double the pay
So bye bye, my rhymes is not up for debate
Fly by one time, clocked a hundred-and-eight
Wait...
Tired eyelids in dire crisis with an expired license
Ain't no telling how much I spent
Idly buying frequent flyer milage
Tire strikin' for fire stipends
Skeet skirt 'til my feet hurt, knee jerk laughter
Nerd rapper that happens to read words faster
And roll with old heads like Methuselah
Got out of college 'cause I'm a damn good Googler
Pass the argula, toss it with croutons
And we could order some french fries off of Groupon
Grey Poupon, Samurai Sauce
Let's go and play the lotto
Dammit, lost...