Cully - Funk it Up lyrics

Yo, Yo, Yo cully
Yo, Yo, Yo

Suburbia was my backdrop
But I'm tired of this
Can't be a have not when I'm liver than shit
Cats is half hot like when fire meets piss
Get put out right quick in
A ditch- below earth
No soul search, all money and no worth
You slow learn
Body swimming in cold currents
Got a wood burning furnace
In a house in the woods with my parents
Early birdies eat them worms and
They totally deserve it
Humble pie, never do I wonder what dessert is
I'm workin' the first shift- on stage
While you lurk in the curtains- not paid
Wonder how many lives that Hip-Hop saves
Do them brain dead people really got graves?
I don't know, adios when I pop Bailey's
And start sippin' steal all of y'all women
It's out to mars tripping
Leave a big ass tip in
The jar for y'all bitches