Jukebox

Lyrics
[Verse 1] My favourite hobby is drinking alcohol But if y'all goin' to the club I ain't goin out with y'all I ain't tryin' to get nicely dressed At the door tryin' to pass the am I cool enough test Bitch, I got my Vans on and they look like sneakers And they won't let my clique in 'cause we look like tweakers They want twenty five fuckin' bucks They ain't even got a band and the DJ fuckin' sucks That techno gets old in a minute I'm tryin' to dance to shit that's got soul in it It's the same beat all night, kid And even when I'm on ecstasy I still don't like it So take me to a place where I can drink like a savage Where people are ugly and beer prices are average I know I sound like an old man But if y'all goin to the club I'm stayin' home, fam [Chorus] 'Cause I've been around for many long days And ain't nobody gone change my ways Hey Mr. Driver Take me where that old jukebox plays [Verse 2] Now I ain't talkin' all clubs but I'm talkin' 'bout a bunch Tryna be the cool table up at high school lunch Well, if that shit's cool you can call me a nerd Marching band, chess team, that's my word I'd rather get held back at the door When one beer is the price of a twelve pack at the store, and uh I love it here in the home of the Lakers But it's Hollywood, it's a whole lotta fakers And I would rather drink a whole lotta Makers And roll to the crib with a bowl or some papers And sit back with the long neck spittin' How do you think my songs get written? After that - you can catch me at the local bar Gettin' loud and obnoxious like my vocals are I know i sound like an old man But if y'all goin' to the club i'm stayin' home, fam [Chorus] 'Cause I've been around for many long days And ain't nobody gone change my ways Hey Mr. Driver Take me where that old jukebox plays [Instrumental Outro]
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- Wax