Lucky Lefty

I count I count every day 8th grade I made a dumb move Some dude Tried to hate And I gave him The one, two (One, two) Analyze stuff I said And now it's me A little crib And a pup called Dev So for now I'm bout to kick it For now I'm bout to chill I been weaning off The pills Now I'm weaning off The liquor Here I go again Ducking off from authority Rapping is my job Sobriety's a priority Sammy loves carbs Carby, carb, carbs Fettuccine carbonara-nara-nara Show a mufucker that part When somebody try to say That Sam Lachow Don't got bars I'm so well made And well paid Little party And a lotta hell raised Self made since 12th grade And I never Had to move to LA Shut up Is it light enough Don't wanna fall Can't do it I can't do it on my own Is it light enough Don't wanna fall I count I count every day Is it performative Of course it is I'm over you I'm over that I'm over this Got a warrant Haven't been to Florida since So now I get my oranges Imported in For the win The sorta shit They caught me At the border with In every crevice and crack And orifice I sorta didn't Then again I sorta did I don't know Maybe this is Where the plot thickens Rock bottom is when You decide to stop digging I can hear the Timer on the clock ticking When I'm gone Then baby Play this song for them Wake me when October ends Take me way back home again Say hello and hey We'll maybe still be sober then Is it light enough Don't wanna fall Can't do it I can't do it on my own Is it light enough Don't wanna fall I count I count every day If you wanna bounce to it You better bounce to it Turn it up and Let the 808 pound to it Get loud Show em how you Get down to it And say Sa-a-a-ammy Lachow to me Bounce bounce Bounce to it You better bounce to it Turn it up and Let the 808 pound to it Get loud Show em how you Get down to it And say Sa-a-a-ammy Lachow to me I can't do it on my own