Gas Station Juice

Intro

Yee... (Aye)

Ghost in the machine, what it do

Verse 1

Stumbled in the spot smelling like a pack of Thai

Told the bouncer I was with the band, he let me slide

Pockets full of lint but my spirit on a million

Got a CD stack, slap it in the 'Lac, no spillin'

Grip the wheel with my pinky out, swervin' through the fog

Talkin' shit to a seagull like he owe me for a dog

Chorus

That's that slapper from the Bay

Thizzin' in a throwback, no delay

Dancin' like a puppet with the strings cut loose

Sippin' gas station juice, that's the real excuse

Post-Chorus

(Yee!)

That's the real excuse

(Yee, yee!)

Verse 2

Nigga said I'm trippin', I said pass the shoe

Walkin' up the wall like it's nothin' new

Got my fitted tilted, got my chain on swole

Make a phone call with my chin like a boss do roll

Talkin' sideways, walkin' straight — how I do

Call that trigonometry with some attitude

Fifty dollars in my cup holder, that's my stash

Buy some garlic fries and make a big-ass splash

Chorus

That's that slapper from the Bay

Thizzin' in a throwback, no delay

Dancin' like a puppet with the strings cut loose

Sippin' gas station juice, that's the real excuse

Post-Chorus

(Yee!)

That's the real excuse

(Yee!)

That's the real excuse

Bridge

Back in the day they used to call me loose cannon

Now they just call me loose

Same difference, different era

Ghost ride the whip then I disappear into the fog

Chorus

That's that slapper from the Bay

Thizzin' in a throwback, no delay

Dancin' like a puppet with the strings cut loose

Sippin' gas station juice, that's the real excuse

Post-Chorus

(Yee!)

That's the real excuse

(Yee!)

(Slapper, slapper)