[Chorus]
How you gonna tell me how I'ma party
Pass me a drink, and hit up the homies
No, no one else
No, no one else
Only bring yourself
It's our way, it's our way

[VERSE 1]
Less oblivious, more so serious (yeah)
Something you thought music would never see again (well)
A silly lightskin that makes your girl curious
Better hope she's not mad or on her period (ha)
I ain't a fuckboy but i dont give a fuck, boy
Building empire higher then you with Tinkertoys (woah)
Me? gameboy, slash Mattel race cars
Wheels hotter then Doc hittin' 88 on Mars (marty!)
Ain't a gangsta, just a nerd with snapback
Still got my Ancient Mew card, holographic (what)
Vinyls of Eminem & Michael Jackson
Design master, straight edged as a pastor (amen)
Oh lord, save my place for rapture (amen)
Polaroids, capture moments with snapshots
Another shot a liquor spilled on your wristwatch
You stay slipping like squeaky boots on a sponge, bob (woopla)
Ha! you shocked? you seemed surprised man
How about Obama in high chair
How about 8 points, Dallas, Lebron James
How about MTV seeing my face

[Chorus]
How you gonna tell me how I'ma party
Pass me a drink, and hit up the homies
No, no one else
No, no one else
Only bring yourself
It's our way, it's our way

[VERSE 2]
A focused kid (whaa)
A vocalist, the top seat is as open as the ocean is (ohh)
I'm hoping that you notice it, back it up
It's the Greysock baby, that's what's up (hey)
Where we blasting Monks, out the back of the trunk
Caught a smoove little grove in that plastic cup
Now that's what's up, the breeze matching me naturally
Dispatching these 2 for 20s in the back of an Applebees (*archup!*)
Winking at the waitress, harassing the faculty
And I’m an athlete, perfect role model (hey!)
Trying get bigger than Rosie O'Donnell (*uhh!*)
Pockets still slimmer than my chances at the Lotto (damn)
Stop though, give me the microphone, I’ll make it happen
Told my momma I’ll be rapping while she’s sitting home relaxing (hey)
Fact is, the team is now popping like a zit (eww)
And making it is a must like the arm of my pits
I ain't rapping, I’m just reading off a cue card (haha)
Came in the game, taking shots like a two guard (yup)
My attitude is passive (yup)
I’m shooting more in practice (yup)
Lifting more til’ my arms get macho like a savage

[Chorus][2x]
How you gonna tell me how I'ma party
Pass me a drink, and hit up the homies
No, no one else
No, no one else
Only bring yourself
It's our way, it's our way