Third Thing - Heems

Yo what up man

Don’t do drugs

Uh, they’re bad for you

They make you feel strange

And your friends won’t love you anymore

Third thing, I need a third thing

Weed and booze aight

But me I need a third thing

Third thing, third thing

Third thing I need a third thing

Third thing burs man, money like Birdman

Herman observe them geeked off the Sherm fam

I’m wet, I’m wet, I’m fucking soaked

Diesel itch, fucking coke

How I’m not supposed to float if we on a fucking boat

How I’m not supposed to choke when the dope is fucking dope?

Mix that up, mix that up, mix that down, mix that down

I ain’t talking mixin' records, how that sound, how that sound?

I’m a beast like a yak, if I’m sipping on the yak

And I’m bumping the yak, till I think I might yak

Why are you talking to me, what are you doing?

It takes so much to amuse me your views of news is so snoozy

Ain’t enough to be boozy, even where bottles is uzzing

I’m choosing views with the pool and

Popping pills till I’m drooling

Now I’m waiting for the man

Now I’m waiting for the man

The man is my fam

Got a whole lot more than 26 in my hand

He’s never late, nah, he’s always early

Go by Jay and act real surly

Fat real burly, girl named Shirley

His girl’s hair curly, gonn serve me surely

Sweet taste, that work

Now I’m back in the club watching twerk

Twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk, twerk