Jukebox Wax

[Verse 1]
My favourite hobby is drinking alcohol
But if y'all goin' to the club I ain't goin out with y'all
I ain't tryin' to get nicely dressed
At the door tryin' to pass the am I cool enough test
Bitch, I got my Vans on and they look like sneakers
And they won't let my clique in 'cause we look like tweakers
They want twenty five fuckin' bucks
They ain't even got a band and the DJ fuckin' sucks
That techno gets old in a minute
I'm tryin' to dance to shit that's got soul in it
It's the same beat all night, kid
And even when I'm on ecstasy I still don't like it
So take me to a place where I can drink like a savage
Where people are ugly and beer prices are average
I know I sound like an old man
But if y'all goin to the club I'm stayin' home, fam

[Chorus]
'Cause I've been around for many long days
And ain't nobody gone change my ways, yeah
Hey Mr. Driver
Take me where that old jukebox plays

[Verse 2]
Now I ain't talkin' all clubs but I'm talkin' 'bout a bunch
Tryna be the cool table up at high school lunch
Well, if that shit's cool you can call me a nerd
Marching band, chess team, that's my word
I'd rather get held back at the door
When one beer is the price of a twelve pack at the store, and uh
I love it here in the home of the Lakers
But it's Hollywood, it's a whole lotta fakers
And I would rather drink a whole lotta Makers
And roll to the crib with a bowl or some papers
And sit back with the long neck spittin'
How do you think my songs get written?
After that you can catch me at the local bar
Gettin' loud and obnoxious like my vocals are
I know i sound like an old man
But if y'all goin' to the club i'm stayin' home, fam