Artist: Ab-Soul f/ Da$H, RetcH, The O'My's Album: These Days... Song: Just Have Fun Typed by: Cedmaster3K {*Part 1; "Roll that weed, nigga", "Shake that ass, hoe" and "That's that dopamine, I mean dope" repeated throughout both verses*} [Intro: Ab-Soul] Yo, uh We gon' have some fun out there It smell like dope in here (everybody out there) I said smelled like fuckin' dope in here [Da$H] + (RetcH) Don't, don't, don't-don't-don't-don't let drugs do you (That's that dopamine, I mean dope) So, do the drugs, don't let drugs do you (that's that dopamine, I mean dope, dope) So, do the drugs, don't let drugs do you (dope) So, do the drugs, don't let drugs do you (that's that dopamine, I mean dope) So, do the drugs, don't let drugs do you [Ab-Soul] + (Da$H) Yo, yo, yeah Up jumps the boogie bitch, I boogie board on these instruments Ridin' the wave like a lie detector, if I'm lyin' I'm flyin', nah If I'm lyin' I'm lyin', in dirt, that's a metaphor for dyin' Mimin' like Morpheus foresaw me savin' Zion That's more fire, that's more fire, that's more fire, that's more Set that mouse trap, you fuck around, yeah you fuck around and get smoked Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp, burn that We used to dub cassettes, but now we poppin' Percocets I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels I close my eyes and follow Beetles in +Strawberry Fields+ Munchie munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields Wicked as Aleister Crowley, you niggas know the deal (So, do the drugs, don't let the drugs do you) Psy-psy-psy-psychedelic savage and I'm telepathic too Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms And that one hoe was gettin' grooved in the next room I flow like, Russell Crowe in +A Beautiful Mind+ That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs And I try to tell these motherfuckers all of the time Don't forget my dash, or you'll get left behind I'm fast, another one bites the dust just at the sight of us They liking us, to lightening strikin' over Mount Everest That ever so, talented establishment TDE: Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me - Soul (What up, Zay? What up, SZA?) [Chorus One: Ab-Soul] + (RetcH) + {Da$H} When I cross the street I look both ways Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face Cause niggas talk more than bitches +These Days+ And the new drugs got a nigga trippy +These Days+! Just have some fun (that's that dopamine, I mean dope, dope, dope) Yeah, let's have some fun - just have some fun wit it, my nigga (that dopamine, I mean dope) Yeah, let's have some fun {so, do the drugs, don't let the drugs do you} Just have fun {so, do the drugs, don't let the drugs do you} [Ab-Soul] Yeah, I just wanna teach you all about the mind The power in it, the very power of mine It makes sense I take interest in the third eye Due to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice Cause I've already envisioned what the world looks like So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice That's why I read a lot of books, so I got straight A's Katrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage I never paid tuition, but I paid attention That's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission Took my third hit of DMT and then I melted in (Met the Devil in God's elbow) and this is what he said... [Chorus One] [Interlude] "Hi, my name is Jimmy" ("Hi Jimmy!") "I'm a friend of a rapper You may, you may, also know me as the white Ab-Soul I'm from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania I like Denim Jeans, and I'm an alcoholic..." {*Part 2*} [Chorus Two 2X: O'My's] +These Days+ I've see my best Need be lay me to rest Smoke, drink, relieve my stress Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess [Chorus Two] - 1X [Ab-Soul] (Swear to God this the only time I’ve used this flow) I'm more than man, I died and I rose again - I left these holes in my hand just so you know who I am: an alien, extraterrestrial ET's a mini me, you understand? Look what I did, smoke like a chimney Then add to that, that I smoke like the hippies did back in the 70's So many styles I write with a ghost like I had assistance, but this is just dope, dope (dope) Bottles of Belaire, the prince is the freshest, tree by the elbow we get for the LO So I should be happy, but this shit is stressin', starin' at Heaven like fuck is perfection? I'm poppin' downers to deal with depression Cause when you the plug here come the finessin', finessin' Uhh, movin' dope with the hitters, don't know no new niggas and bid'ness is bid'ness Can I get a motherfuckin' witness? Soul... [Chorus Two]