Molly Ringwald - Spose, The Danks

So as I sip my third Heineken, I feel disturbed

Stupefied by the tools and the fools I observe

In the spot’s where I rock, they deserve not a word

In a column, I’m not ballin' but I’ll throw you all a curve

Lounging with my baby mama, chillin' watching Jeopardy

I can hear you in the kitchen trying to steal my recipes

But I should play dumb — I’ll talk about weed

Talk about Wells, so you don’t see up my sleeves

I’m counting cash made from the shirts

To counteract the night I had to take off work

Me and Bees kept trees in the freezer

I had tracks over Weezer, it’s like

I’m sorry geezer, (but,) but this isn’t the old days

You think I like Coldplay, I hear what you don’t say

I could read between the lines

As if I broke up coke upon the New York Times

I’m making that at every opportunity

Recognize nobody’s hungry

I’ll make you food to me!

So pass the Texas Pete, watch me sex this beat

I spend my money wisely, no thoughts of Lexus ES

You think it’s all John Madden, Tony Hawk

I’ll let you think that, I’ll formulate the plot — Mac

They got it crooked, I’m booking December gigs in August

Album sales solid, I’m BICing your freakin' wallet

I’m honestly promising to be sicker than jaundice

Sippin' gin and tonic, smirkin'

I’m just a different type of person

I’ve been thinkin' of my master plan

In a smoke-filled whip, freestyling, just ask my man, Cam

You’re exactly where you were five years ago

And me, I’m not even where I was a beer ago

Or what have you, I rock shows with Matthew

Now everybody’d like to beat Spose in battles

Quarter tank of gas on the road less-traveled

Save your opinion, baby

I don’t think I asked you, did I?

As I sip my fifth Heineken, I calm my nerves

No use giving flight to a dead bird

No use giving hope to a lost cause

I’d be better off trying to take a cripple for a jog

We brought these rhymes and guitars and drums

From where we’re from

Just to show you show you how far we’ve come

It’s like, why kick dirt if we all can stay grounded?

Why throw stones if we all could move mountains?

But my only opponent is me

And the demons between here and where I’m growing to be

Good God, I know I’m gonna need my help

If I’m ever gonna beat myself

'Till then, I rock mics for these Mikes and these Zacharies

I’ll make them feel the opposite of apathy

As long as I got this faculty in back of me

Know it’s a steady climb with these rhymes toward my apogee