Look to the left see all the homies dabbin' Look to the right peep all the ladies chattin' Almost outta green Imma go on packin' Gotta live this shit while you still have it Time is a tickin' away for me But goddammit, I'm almost free Imma go get me that damn degree But I don't need that damn degree To spit heat heat heat Lately I've been feelin' beat beat beat Glued to my seat seat seat Can you feel me? Come spend a weekend at Clutch's Fuck off ladies, you don't get no hate And the homies who are listening know their names Like Ms. Icyhot, oh Ms. Icyhot You motherfucker you most of all deserve to rot In hell That was some fucked shit But, ya know, I ain't one to hold grudges And, Yeah, ya know, I ain't one to hold grudges But I, I pray, One night you'll choke on yeah said I, I pray, One night you'll choke on that I'm so damn bitter Let ya know she was a spitta Come spend a weekend at Clutch's Na na na na Na na na na Na na na na Haha I spit like, I'm sick Wear all black cause I ain't stylish Bumpin' Childish Black and mildish type smoke Up in my silverish whip You break the bong you Kyle'd it Yea, he's only the first In a long list of motherfuckers that Invited me in And call me brother And aren't ever too busy to help a homie get over Some kinda shit Like damn my whip Ain't workin' today 'Ey clutch can you help me get to 30th and K? This is a house of demons and dark shit alike And Imma scribble it all down so I can get the story right So hop in, sit tight, spark that j, here's a light Come spend a weekend at Clutch's

I am a man of pride No way you gonna pry that from me Nah Cause on the inside I'm dyin And all my pride is what I'm riding on to make these rhymes Put in time Cause when I'm gone This is my life Bury me with headphones on Bury me with headphones on I wanna carry my music to the spirits But first I'm hear on earth to spit lyrics That confuse and astound You only love me when I'm not around So what am I to do when it's late at night And you're blowin' up my phone with texts that's right And texts that's wrong And texts that sing that same old song About what we had and what's long gone And why we never gonna get back what we had going Nah nah I can't go back to that I ain't going back to that So whatchu gonna do with your life Just sit inside and die? Get outside go make some rhymes Get up Get up I been sitting inside for most of my life And I'm done dyin' so here's my rhymin' Get up Get up Said I'm done dyin' So here's my rhymin' My life My story My bit a rhythm Those kids you hate yeah I been sittin' with em And it's been these drugs and bingin' That got me livin' I ain't ever seen the world like this Through the eyes of a man ignorant like bliss This acid got me lookin' in new ways Like it ain't about the color or the religion or the race It's the brain behind the face And the heart beatin' pace And the way that you carry yourself on your way To whatever you're aiming for so what are you waiting for? Get up Get out The world is such a crazy place But you can't see shit with a screen glued to your face So whatchu gonna do with your life Just sit inside and die? Get outside go make some rhymes Get up Get up I been sitting inside for most of my life And I'm done dyin' so here's my rhymin' Get up Get up

There's three types of people in this world Shady, crazy and straight up stupid Oh, and lucid Kids who do 'cid Sacred geometry like a blessed Euclid What have you done? What club we goin'? What's this pill? Am I rollin'? Dragonflies, in the sack White as snow, prep the racks Off the track gonna crack Gotta get my mind back Yeah, Imma lose my self tonight Let the drugs take me on a cold cold night I'm alive Welcome to the show If you don't know how to act Well, get the fuck out the back Welcome to the show If you don't know how to move it Well get the fuck to the back Uhhh I I'm Young Copper You Go When I Mr. Copper Got you stripping Ready to rock ya Got that Queen Freddie Mercury feel Got my tight pants on With a flow that's real Got my SBs Not so clean and proper Beard unkempt bitch I am no barber But if I was that I wouldn't be Young Copper Who am I? Morning after Shades on Sun hurts Turn that motherfucker off I feel like (Grime) I look like (Grime) I feel like (Grime) I look like (Grime) I feel like (Grime) I look like (Grime) I feel like (Grime) Last night was (Grime) Last night was (Grime) Last night I don't remember Last night I don't remember Not one fuckin' bit

I don't know what it is these days, but people seem to be turnin' away Oh Mary, I would fight for ya Mary, I would die for ya Mary, I would fight for ya Mary, I would die for ya I been here so many times before Copper still up with four on the floor All passed out, I'm wide awake and I can't shake the feelings that seem to quake In my brain stem I can't get rid of them Hey, what's this Clutch passes the joint and says here take a hit Suddenly, I am not him Things turn around as I pick up the habit Lost in Wonderland like I followed the rabbit Down And when there's no one left around I am still sound And it's all thanks to Mary, I would fight for ya Mary, I would die for ya Mary, I would fight for ya Mary, I would die for ya Mary what else can I put on track To show ya that I love ya back Well I think I've proved that You're my Cali lady, You ain't ever shady You're my American lady I love you baby Baby I gotta tell ya now, Before the night is done I want you in my mind I want you in my lungs Mary, I would fight for ya Mary, I would die for ya Mary, I would fight for ya Mary, I would die for ya Stoners, I love ya Clinics, I love ya Mary? Well, I love you most of all Peace.

People Are you tuned in? Welcome to my frequencies How was your weekend? Mine? Oh I spent it at Clutch's Chillin' in the back just rollin' up dutches Weed by the bunches, Who's got lunches? Fuck, I meant lunch But Things aren't ever flawless Even in this house people act lawless Cause we got flaws We all got flaws So fuck 'em We gotta do what we do best We gotta do what we do best We gotta do what we do best Put ourselves to the test So fuck the rest Do what you do best Cause when there's no one left You better be damn sure you're content With the only person that you gotta repent With And that is you my friend No god, no lord, I know you, sitting in church bored You know something beyond all that shit that's been bored into your skull (Brainwash, brainwash) So explore Learn a few things Find god But maybe god isn't king? We gotta do what we do best We gotta do what we do best We gotta do what we do best It took the acid and the 'shrooms To open my mind In my own room God came to me He said look I know the world seems like a closed book Y'all are done for, but that's not true There's still some story left for you But don't be so down on the world and the people in it They all just trying to survive too So keep doing what you do And keep smoking too It's good for the soul Ha, okay god. We gotta do what we do best We gotta do what we do best We gotta do what we do best Put ourselves to the test We gotta do what we do best We gotta do what we do best We gotta do what we do best Time to go home.