Just Have Fun lyrics

[Part I: Just Have Fun]

[Intro: Da$H & Ab-Soul]
(Yo, uh, have some fun out there)
Smell like dope in here
(Don't-don't-don't-don't-don't don't let drugs do you)
(Everybody out there)
(It's that dopamine, I mean dope)
Smells like f*ckin' dope in here
(Dope, Soul)
Son, do the drugs, don't let drugs do you (It's that dopamine, I mean dope)
Son, do the drugs, don't let drugs do you (Dope)
Son, do the drugs, don't let drugs do you (It's that dopamine, I mean dope)
Son, do the drugs–

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul, Mac Miller & Da$H]
Up jumps the Boogie b*tch
I boogie board on these instruments (Roll that weed, n*gga)
Riding the wave like a lie detector
If I'm lying I'm flying, nah (Shake that ass, ho! It's that dope)
If I'm lying I'm lying, in dirt, that's a metaphor for dying (Roll that weed, n*gga)
Miming like Morpheus foresaw me saving Zion, that's (Shake that ass, ho!)
More fire, that's more fire
That's more fire, that's more (Roll that weed, n*gga, dope)
Set that mouse trap, you f*ck around (Shake that ass, ho!)
Yeah, you f*ck around and get smoked (It's that dope)
Got that loud pack in these Backwoods like summer camp
Dwell on that (Roll that weed, n*gga)
We used to dub cassettes, but now we poppin' Percocets (Shake that ass, ho! It's that dopamine, I mean dope)
I don't be in no pain, I just like how it feels (Dope)
I close my eyes and follow beetles in strawberry fields (That's that dope; Faded)
Munchie, munchie, Welch's fruit snacks and Mrs. Fields (Dopamine, I mean dope)
Wicked as Aleister Crowley, you n*ggas know the deal (That's that dopamine, I mean dope)
(Son, do the drugs, don't let the drugs do you)
Psy-Psy-Psy-Psy-Psychedelic savage
And I'm telepathic, too (Shake that ass, ho! It's that)
Ask Al Boy and A-Mack about when me and Q did shrooms (Dope)
And that one ho was getting grooved in the next room (That's that dopamine, I mean dope)
I flow like Russell Crowe in "A Beautiful Mind" (Roll that weed, n*gga)
That's a colorful touch like homosexual hugs (Shake that ass, ho!)
And I try to tell these motherf*ckers
All of the time (Roll that weed, n*gga)
Don't forget my dash or you'll get left behind! (Shake that ass, ho! Dopamine, I mean dope)
I'm fast, another one bites the dust just at the sight of us
They liken us, to lightening striking over Mount Everest
That ever so, talented establishment
TDE; Jay Rock, K Dot, ScHoolboy, me... Soul
(What up, Zay? What up, SZA?)
[Chorus: Ab-Soul & Da$H]
When I cross the street I look both ways
Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face
n*ggas talk more than b*tches these days
And the new drugs got a n*gga trippy these days!
Just have some fun (Got that dopamine, I mean dope)
Yeah, let's have some fun
Just have some fun (That dopamine, I mean dope)
Yeah, let's have some fun
Just have fun

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul & Mac Miller]
I just wanna teach you all about the mind (Roll that weed, n*gga)
The power in it, the very power of mine (Shake that ass, ho!)
It makes sense I take interest in the third eye
Due to my lack of sight, I guess it's a sacrifice
Cause I've already envisioned what the world looks like
So when it's handed to me, I won't need to look twice
They swear I read a lot of books, or I got straight A’s
Katrina cleared my absences so I could walk the stage
I never paid tuition, but I paid attention
That's why I gotta make it count when they pay admission
Took my third hit of DMT and then I melted in
(Met the devil in God's elbow) And this is what he said...

[Chorus: Ab-Soul & Da$H]
When I cross the street I look both ways
Gazelle frames, paparazzi in my face
n*ggas talk more than b*tches these days
And the new drugs got a n*gga trippy these days!
Just have some fun (Got that dopamine, I mean dope)
Yeah, let's have some fun
Just have some fun (That dopamine, I mean dope)
Yeah, let's have some fun
Just have fun
[Interlude: Jimmy Murton & Mac Miller]
Hi, my name is Jimmy (Hi, Jimmy!)
I'm a friend of a rapper (Yeah!)
You may, you may also know me as the white Ab-Soul
(Ayy, where you from, cuz?) I'm from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
I like Denim Jeans
And I'm an alcoholic

[Part II: These Days]

[Chorus: The O'My's]
These days I've seen my best
Need be lay me to rest
Smoke, drink, relieve my stress
Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess
These days I've seen my best
Need be lay me to rest
Smoke, drink, relieve my stress
Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess
These days I've seen my best
Need be lay me to rest
Smoke, drink, relieve my stress
Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess

[Verse: Ab-Soul]
(Swear to God, this the only time I’ve used this flow)
I'm more than man, I died and I rose again
I left these holes in my hand just so you know who I am
An alien, extraterrestrial, ET's a mini me, you understand?
Look what I did, smoke like a chimney
Then add to that, that I smoke like the hippies did back in the 70's
So many styles I write with a ghost
Like I had assistance, but this is just dope
Bottles of Belaire, the prince is the freshest
Tree by the elbo we get for the LO
So I should be happy, but this sh*t is stressin'
Staring at heaven like ''f*ck is perfection?''
I'm popping downers to deal with depression
Cause when you the plug here come the finessing, finessing
Smoking dope with the hitters
Don't know no new n*ggas and business is business
Can I get a motherf*cking witness?
[Chorus: The O'My's]
These days I've seen my best
Need be lay me to rest
Smoke, drink, relieve my stress
Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess
These days I've seen my best
Need be lay me to rest
Smoke, drink, relieve my stress
Hard times, they got the best of me, I guess