Glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya

Try me and run into a wall: outfielder

You know I’mma ball ‘til they turn off the field lights

The fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe

“Here’s a list of the shit I’m addicted to

Like, weed, whiskey, sometimes X.

But that is only when I’m drunk and call her up to have sex

These girls I fuckin now see my dick as a blank checks

So I only sign my name and dot my ‘I’s but only on her chest”

“All this time to make amends
What do you do when all your enemies are friends?!?!?!”