Broulette Atmosphere

#Verse
I know this girl named Broulette-lette-lette
The coolest woman I ever met, met, met
I never tried to hook it up, up, up
But I used to fantasize about the guts, fuck, bust nuts, rush
Grab the gold and carry it in your mouth
Yo, I'ma try to hold the microphone and turn the party out
If it's the type of crowd that doesn't like to shout, fuck it
I'll give 'em somethin' to chew on, somethin' to talk about (no doubt)
Snap, crackle, pop rock, I never had a sawed-off
Don't ever wanna blow up 'cuz I nevеr wanna fall off
But Jason, to that vacant lot next to your weed spot
Sits a head shop benеath the tree watchin' peace talks
So let me catch a round of applause
So maybe even I can talk somebody out of they drawers

[Skit]
Come on baby, give it up
(ladies and gentlemen)
Give it up baby, I can tell-
(I'll ask that you give a nice warm Minnesota welcome)
(To MC, on stage, to MC, on stage)
You follow me, you follow me

[Chorus]
'Cuz if we can't do it together, we'll do it apart
Ain't no way we'll ever make it how it was at the start
But that's a given, now within the distance of your vision
Measure your persistence, how are you livin'