Asher Roth - Blow Yr Head lyrics

Man, I don't know
I'm just trying to have fun
With it everywhere I go
Truth be told I just got caught
Up in a bunch of nonsense
Trying to take the fun out of
My back pockets and stuff
You'll never take my freedom, you know?

Yo, Ash stop fucking around
Yo where's the album?
Your second try never came out my man
How come? You were like the coolest guy
Now we want Malcolm who out here too loud
You need to turn it down some
Chill, not now son
Your doubt can't jeopardize my outcome
I style like I'm stretching out in Shaolin
Man of many sounds, I come around
They ask "Who?" like Pete Townshend
I'm O Town meets Andre 3000
Either way keep bouncing
It's wild, I don't even leave the house
And I don't feel the need
To reason with you children
Needs to be arousing like a
Jousting match fouled him
I ain't counting that
Astounding how I'm rounding out my alphabet
We ain't even rowdy yet
Salvy ain't make himself a Salvy yet
Bout it since we started smoking salvia
Cruising in a golf cart on the
Gulf coast with a GoPro and my bro knows
Why old folks go 'There goes that Bozo'
My flow like J flacco getting
Tackled by fat dude
Who grabbed on a back road in
Bath robe with a bad cold
Homie, I'm that cold
Ash, I just walk around with an afro
And a gavel and I laugh more than a jackal
Crack up, pistachio
Graduate, forget to flip that tassel
My bad yo, that's too much of a hassle
Casserole with Castro
Stash gets blown like it's a gastro
You gassed though
More like watching grass grow
I can be an asshole
I rather just hang out in my castle
Blast Outkast yo Elroy, where's Astro?
Bet if the Jetsons had a
Best friend from Def Jam
And Geffen and wed them
I would be the best man
Get it? I'm a breast man
Stick my face right between that chest and
Motorboat those cocos you know it though
Don't no one wan' go
Toe-to-toe… rototiller… photos
Off your Motorola phone are terrible
Terrible, Terridome, territory, Tara Reid
Dude from 90210, tornado made of hammer domes
Sharin' poems here, smell my pheromones
Yeah yo, my hair's long
I don't even care homes
Takes these earphones
Put them on your eardrums
Here's some of this red rum, you ready boy
Here it comes you ready boy, here it comes

On a full ride to Florida State
Too high played it safe
Could've been Flo Rida, my bad, my mistake
Should've starred in Footloose
The new Kevin Bac' the way I play chicken in
Busses with no brakes
And Busta was on break, taking a pay cut
I play cuts from my stuff
Make everybody go nuts
Now everybody say "Whaaaat?"

What was that? That was fun
Let's do that again