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