Lyrics:
Buck 65 This Right Here Is

your clothes is blowing And for some strange reason, your nose is growing My skin is crawling, everybody's chin is falling, jaws are dropping left and right

I have plenty to say But nobody listens because my clock is so clean, the hour hand is missing; so I'm famous for it "Freaky" is what everyone's name is

in the muffler, ghosts on the shoulder Cough drops, loose change in the beverage holder To roll down the window, you gotta use a wrench Been thinking about brushing up on my french Right

is Wide awake and off to the races Out of gas and lost in space So, Full of beans and big ideas 'Cause I can't sleep I'm not sure why he is Wide awake