OddCouple - Por Que lyrics

Jay Love louis Logic odd Couple (Porque?)
Call me Felix Hunger
Starving artist at large
Independent entrepreneur, the hardest to rob
Hardest to dodge, till I'm offered a job
So call off your guard
I'm tryna get this loot and
Buy cars for my squad
We far from the odd, we're a couple of nuts
Cuddlin' sluts
Puffin a Dutch and clutchin' up cups
Filled with nothin' but suds so
Top off the shot glass
I got hash, it top class
I copped it just as a cop passed
I stopped fast
Thought about it then I broke north
Slid up to the crib and took my coat off
Took a toke off the chalice
In the Odd Couple palace
Thanks to Alice my hands don't
Have a single callous
I think my style is different from the rest
I'mma spit it for a test and
Put the critics to a rest
So get it when I'm vexed or
Else catch when it drops
Either way you'll be like, "No question
It's hot" i'm the best on the block but
Understand I live on it spit on it
And pay respect to those who been on it
Gin tonic, tonic meet gin
This is my chronic friend
Now that you're introduced we can begin
I spin around like a record until I get dizzy
Black out, stumble up to
The mirror and scream, "Who is he?"
I'm busy in the bathroom
Reminiscin' of last June
I keep talking wit' you
But, I think I'm gonna crash soon

Before my track is mastered
The sound'll shake the foundations
Crack the plaster, sandstone and alabaster
To knock the fragile rafters from
An oak wood roof
'Til the smoke protrudes from
The soundproof vocal booth
Truth in the form of a musical song
Is like beautiful porn stars
In chewable thongs
Cause heads get off to this
Then we send 'em away
With their jaws hanging down
Like dentist offices (Porque?)
Sick, demented sorcerers weavin' a spell
Change water to brew
And tobacco to weed in a L
Change a faucet to a beer tap
And fill a Hefty cinch sack
With trees until it's stretched
To thin straps
Who got a problem with a bottomless beer
That could make a pessimist smile
And an optimist tear?
I'm probably severe as pourin' some
Scotch in a beer 'Til I'm wobbly and weird
Shit, I hope a hospital's near
'Fore I OD on Old E, and stop my career
Hallucinate, and see little
Green monsters appear
I run with irresponsible peers, underfunded
Without jobs, living with moms
Sleepin' in bunk beds
Drug heads whose lives is unkempt
That never get up from bed before sunset
We're still catchin' dumb heads who
Try to front fresh
When you're just half of what you could
Be like a chick wit' one breast