[Verse 1]. Use the eyes of the owl. The Sour Patch Kids got me out of wack. And out of gas. The hour glass spills as I'm left on the vasey without a vest.
(feat. Miguel). . (Verse 1: Asher Roth). He leans back from his desk. Rubs the back of his neck, the stress takes effect. Grips the bridge of his noise.
Yo we crusin, (yo we crusin'). Yeah we crusin, (yeah we crusin'). Yo we crusin' (yo we crusin'). Down the streets (down the streets). . I got the money, who go the dutchies?.