Spose, Cam Groves - John Madden lyrics

Sitting at my mom's dreaming
About paychecks with loot
My ex-girl's boobs
And how to smoke legal like Snoop… (oops)
I'm interrupted by the door knock
Knock-knock 4: 18… Who the hell is this?!
I get up quick, tuck my dick
I stop Drew from barkin' and
Get to Chris walking
It's a face that I've seen before
Mike George we both graduated class of '04
I look deeper, he's got trees up in a beaker
And in his fist, Backwoods and a Bic
That's that shit, Michael
Is you joking or smoking he tells me
"We got two minutes to get it toking'"
420 on the digital, this is pivotal
Cause I'm broke as fuck and
I enjoy being a criminal
Right before this happened I
Was sitting here rapping
Watching Youtube booty clapping, PS2 action
Playing:

John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden
John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden switch it
Tony Hawk, Ton Ton Tony Hawk
Tony Hawk, Ton- Ton Tony Hawk
Say no money money no money money money
No money money no money money money
I blazed and played John Madden when I got up
(Mar-a-ju-on na is everywhere
Where was you brought up?)

You know it's Groves cause
The flow's so tight
I got instrumentals downloaded
Mobile device-
Just in case I want to kick it
Take a go at the mic
I'm hot as hell even though
Maine's colder than ice
Take what you make in a week
And i'll be folding it twice
It doesn't matter what the numbers
Even show on the price
I'm always taking chances like
I'm rolling the dice
And I used to push the ganja
From an O to a slice
But I'm learning more as I grow older in life
It's not about how many punches that
You throw in the fight
It's about why you throw 'em &
If you're throwing them right
And always making good goals and try
To hold 'em in sight
And even though I get high
Take control of the flight
It doesn't mean it's wrong
If you don't know what is right
Been into rap since way back
When rollin' on bikes
And from that day rap happened to
Take control of my life

John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden
John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden switch it
Tony Hawk, Ton Ton Tony Hawk
Tony Hawk, Ton- Ton Tony Hawk
Say no money money no money money money
No money money no money money money
I blazed and played John Madden when I got up
(Mar-a-ju-on na is everywhere
Where was you brought up?)

Don'tcha know Spose flows everyday
In his life with no grill, no bills
I refrain from the ice
And I feel like the devil might
Have came in the night
And made me "Tim the tool man Taylor"
Got the game in a vice
No shame when I write, bars aim to delight
Fanatics, addicts, and video gamers alike
I'm looking over my shoulder just
When I'm lacing my Nikes
Because there's fake gangsters out there
Just aching to fight
And I made some whack songs
Now I'm making them right though I'm broke
Nightly microwaving bacon and rice
Black Betty, white Christmas
Green Lantern comic red stripe in my pitcher
There is no illa, evolved gorilla
Quickly breaking up that grass
Like a fucking Roto tiller
Certainly no killer, not even a fighter
But enough about that, baby
Pass that lighter let's play some

John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden
John Madden, Jo-John, John Madden switch it
Tony Hawk, Ton Ton Tony Hawk
Tony Hawk, Ton- Ton Tony Hawk
Say no money money no money money money
No money money no money money money
I blazed and played John Madden when I got up
(Mar-a-ju-on na is everywhere
Where was you brought up?)