Myer Clarity - 40 in My Backpack

Ayo
It's Myer fuckin' Clarity
We came up on Wu-Tang
If you got a 40, put that shit up in the air
You know what to do, homie, crack that shit open

I got
Myself a 40
I got
Myself a shawty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Drinkin' like it ain't none of your business

God Damn, guess who's back again?
Mr "I don't drink no champaign"
With my attivan, sprinkled on the amp
Got a scattered brain
'Bout as sane
As these crazy motherfuckers moshing at the shows, jumping out the stage
Fuck that "Top 40" we play shit you never heard about
Got your broad horny, she ain't with you when her skirt is down
Crack em tall forties, tape em together and I'ma drink em down
Ladies & Gentlemen, Eddy 40 Hands is in the building now
These kids don't party like they used to
Don't suppose you got a lighter, do you?
Chain smoking like I got another lung to spare *coughs*
Getting stick 'n pokes in my underwear
You do what you wanna, I don't wanna care
Bleached blonde punky hair
No VIPs, Squeegee keep it scummy, yeah
Brass Monkey, grungy beer
'Rather have a bottle in front o' me than a frontal lobotomy
Everybody, yeah!

Got a 40 in my Backpack
Tin fulla weed
Party like a scum back
Oh oh
40 in my back pack
I'm just doin' me
Can't nobody stop that

I got
Myself a 40
I got
Myself a shawty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Drinkin' like it ain't none of your business

Ayo, I wake up every morning to the taste of liquor
I ain't been playin' with you
Scrolling through this cracked screen of naked pictures
Oh Lord, oh damn, she a bad one
I won't tell if you don't tell, girl, yo we had fun
Suck me in the bathroom
Boyfriend'll be back soon
Heard his band play, you ain't really missing that much
Got the pierced Septum, Vans on, bumping Clash tunes
Made a coke straw from your cards, too damn rude
I'm bad news, I'm THAT dude
Every damn night, piffin' way loud
Fuck the neighbours, always tryna shut my shit down
"Cops here! Cover the 'ye viles"
Swig it away, swig it away now
Hit em with the "Everyone on their way out."
[How we do]
Smashing Colt, OE, Labatts 'n Blue
Mismatched Docs, tank tops, tattered in patches too
This for all the forgotten nights we looked forward to
Sharpie on my limbs reads "What would Big Lebowski do?"

Got a 40 in my Backpack
Tin fulla weed
Party like a scum back
Oh oh
40 in my back pack
I'm just doin' me
Can't nobody stop that

I got
Myself a 40
I got
Myself a shawty
And I'm about to go get lifted
Drinkin' like it ain't none of your business

I don't drink champaign
Gimme that 40 Oz
Gimme that 40 Oz
Gimme that 40, bitch!

Written by:
Myer Hyman-Lord

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