I'm fresh to death, I'm in the zone.
I checked my head, but no one's home.
The mood is right, the party is on.
Looks like tonight,
I'll be drinking alone
by myself, by myself
One more shot then it's time to roll
Smoke these crops and
I'm out the door
Chug some rock, but I sip Patron
Hit that spot till you lose control
You died? I'll go out alone
Bitch, you must be out your dome
Fresh new kicks, I cut the floor
Ludicrous, I throw them vogues
Life of the party got the bitches laughing
Funny on-point, his his joke's cracking
Grind on the wall just to get
some action
Looking in the mirror like
I'm Michael Jackson
'Cause this is risky, don't try to diss me
I get more pussy than a bowl of Friskies
I roll so low, can't keep up with me
You go home early like you're
fucking sixty
You're coming down my highest peak
And think you're having trouble speaking
You a freak and I like freaking
Me, myself, and I've been drinking
Blowing up my cell but I don't
think I'mma answer
I'm all by myself so I don't
think I'mma answer
I'm fresh to death, I'm in the zone.
I checked my head, but no one's home.
The mood is right, the party is on.
Looks like tonight, I'll be drinking alone
By myself, by myself, by myself, by myself
Pick myself up in my Mitsubishi
Said "What's up? It's
nice to meet me"
Never met someone so damn freaky
Who, at the same time, is such a sweetie
So when everybody else
is being such a puss
Doesn't mean you can straight
get off the hook
I don't need another partner
to shake my tush
I can party all night and slay some bush
So I'mma go out and
do some thrashing
Show everybody what the
fuck is cracking
'Cause this motherfucker
can do some damage
If you don't think so,
you can suck my package
'Cause I don't need no static when
I feed my habits
So don't be combatant when
I wreak some havoc
From this weed I'm having,
where's my keys, goddamnit?
I should be on half of me and
three's on taxing
On my knees, I'm blacking out,
I need some action
Like a peon tapping from
this seed I'm packaging
Your knees are shagging, let
me see what happens
When your cheeks are clapping,
Charles P. Is rapping
I'm fresh to death, I'm in the zone
I checked my head,
but no one's home
The mood is right, the party's on
Looks like tonight, I'll be drinking alone
I'm fresh to death, I'm in the zone
I checked my head,
but no one's home
The mood is right, the party's on
Looks like tonight, I'll be drinking alone