Ain’t It Funny Token

[Intro]
What you on? I'm on a lot, in the morning when I plot
I just flew in from the south
Don't remember having sex, but I taste it in my mouth

[Verse 1]
Brush my teeth and check accounts
Choose a fit and then I bounce
I'm not tryna check the mail
Broke up with a loving girl
Still got love for her but love got a little stale
Rest in peace to my Pops
I've been doin' it for him
He was spiritual but never judgmental
So I was real vocal 'bout my sins
Usually I'm tryna cleanse, usually I'm in a Benz
Usually I'm in a tens, usually I like her friends
Sometimes they do too
Usually I got a sense
Usually they try to pick up on the subtleties
And the messages I send
I don't hang at Hollywood
But they tell me it'd be beneficial and I should (Yeah)

[Chorus]
What you on? I'm on a lot, in the morning when I plot (Yeah, yeah)
I just flew in from the south
Don't remember having sex, but I taste it in my mouth
I like sleepin' on my bed, but I woke up on the couch
She say that she goin' out (Goin' out)
Told her "Have a nice night", now, what am I gonna do tonight?