[Lyric] Juice (Andrew Chris and Dante.)

[Chorus: Andrew Chris]
Sometimes I laugh about it
Smacked in the lip
Gimme better reason why I shouldn’t stop this riff
Everybody roaming but they don’t want to leave home
Everybody looking for the quality they can’t have, no

[Verse 1: Andrew Chris]
Sip some Bacardi
Inside an all blue Ferrari
I bought my girl some Versace

She like the joystick, Atari
Handle balls just like bocce

Now bring it up to the top
We rollin while rollin while rollin
Ocean to ocean we
Coasting to coasting

Backflip like rodeo
Split legs like centerfold
Twist it like that medical
Killing it like Romeo
Got a reason
Let it show
R.I.P. like S-N-Ö

Sleep tight like edible
Scribble Bic ain’t legible

Jonas Salk fuck polio
Dontcha know
Overdose by motorboat
Coca-Co blow my nose

Her nose look like Buffalo
Know it got that hella snow
Flirt it up like Casanov
Kids with guns like Joseph Kon

I chose to go comatose
Jack fell down & broke his crown
Now the town astounded
We got roundabout interpolation
Bound to bounce, bounce around
Absolutely ass around
Challenges of balancing out

[Chorus: Andrew Chris]
Sometimes I laugh about it
Smacked in the lip
Gimme better reason why I shouldn’t stop this riff
Everybody roaming but they don’t want to leave home
Everybody looking for the quality they can’t have, no
[Verse 2: Dante.]

Everybody roaming but they don’t wanna leave home
Smoking til I’m comatose
So I don’t feel so alone
And that Vacadin got me spacing
While I’m walking the coast
Got a naive ting from Seal Beach
She don’t know that I’m bloasted
Oh shit

But she don’t like me when I’m sober
Those qualities I don’t have
Disqualify my persona so I’m
Back on the hooch and then
27s, tissue packs
My Advil bottle ain’t full of Advil for no aching back

Once I was faded
In a taxi cab out in Vegas
And this bitch I forget who’s name is
Said she could sense my mind was in anguish
She told me time heals
Pop a couple of pain pills
The road’s a lil longer than you like
You better find wheels
So now im floatin’
Strollin’ along the ocean
By the baddest bitch I done seen
But tomorrow I’m probably ghostin’

Sometimes I wish I was a lil bit taller
Sometimes I wish I was a baller