The Palmer Squares - Any Luck? lyrics

Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad So? So I fought back, now it's all good Good Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad So? So I fought back, now it's all good Good Luck of the draw like Uno I'm too dope There's no telling what y'all might do though So who knows? We gamble on a huge over-under I'm Zeus whippin' thunder bolts I'm too close for comfort I've gone AWOL Last in line behind the eight ball Repeatedly thieving Peter to pay Paul It's NaPalm Prank call the bank with a bomb threat Come for the wordplay, stay for the content I'm not dead just dying for attention A pothead gettin' higher with his henchmen A firebrand child from detention yo and I ain't even lying I keep it fly til I'm retired with a pension The weather's getting warmer Attention deficit disorder So I'm sure to distract ya No subordinate rappers in my camp, I was born to adapt syntax Forward and back on this orbital axis, yeah I was normally absent from the cla**room Too busy working on a plan to be a wealthy man Never had to beg nobody for nothin' But my luck ran out, and now I'm asking for a helping hand Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad So I fought back, now it's all good Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad So I fought back, now it's all good Buy some weed and smoke it Get the buyers with the needle-nose tip in case you need a roach clip Keep a close watch Keep it roasting Open Pandora's box Leave it open Cold-co*ked Like pissing in a blizzard Won't stop Chickens giving me gizzard Sippin' sizzurp Pretty inconsiderate Claiming to be ill when he literally illiterate Finna get, any thang he can grab at Either a guinea pig or a lab rat Ass hat Wear it out like a snapback 21 guns going blackjack, rat-a-tat-tat Somebody told me to quit Another somebody told me I'm the sh** Rolly on the wrist, don't even know the time If it's over the borderline then is it totally legit? [?] Undercover with his gun drawn Was it something that I done or that I done wrong? Puffing on a blunt I'm on the run I gotta jump off Oughta write a poem or a love song Hook in the beat How in the heck you expect me to stay woke when the music gon' put me to sleep Same old, same old and I've seen it before Stank Face came to even the score Mo' f**a Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad So I fought back, now it's all good Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad So I fought back, now it's all good Maybe get with the go if you live in the Windy City Maybe dip if you don't wanna get to the nitty-gritty Lady Liberty called, twisting this b**h's titty Millennial [?] jerks like me first gimme gimme The reefer is sticky icky Researching my blood Eternally love Each person we touch Keep turning it up to the umpteenth level The ba** [?] who the f** needs treble My ratty ramshackle shack in shambles Ac smashing cameras with acne amples A kooky snooze hound only out for the truth I'm long in the tooth, drowning in the fountain of youth, hey Which way is up? Just poppin' in to say wa**up But I'll stay for supper if you're chopping up a steak or something I take initiative, nifty in my native tongue Nicotine addiction feed it sipping on Jamaican rum Rappers getting high watching rappers getting high watch it 'Less you wanna know what happens when we die I'm laughing and I'm crying and I'm asking where the exit is Take yo a**es on a exodus as the record skips You nervous nellies never knew how to be heroic My lethal poets leading cults, we can drink the potion You see the omen, I'm a soulless heathen raising hell But the streak is broken so I take the L, keep it goin' Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad So I fought back, now it's all good Any luck? Yeah plenty but it's all bad So I fought back, now it's all good