"What once was Rick Tiki Bar" DJ Meth... meth...meth...meth It's late at night on a Wednesday. Two more days until payday. My girlfriend is on the couch trippin'. Watching me drop crumbs in the kitchen. What once was Ricks tiki bar, Is now called the tweeky bar. Shard farmers and lawn mower. Skinnin wire , Birds on a wire. Drones flying by in the sky. back to my girl friend on the couch. Waiting patiently for me to pass her the bowl. Reminding me 10 an 2 is how I need to roll. Emotions running deep at the torch hits the glass. She yells you hit it 3 times, it's puff puff pass. (kiss my ass!) Filling all my torches with gas. Time never stops it goes fast. Days turn into night turns into months and years. Looking around at all my fellow tweeker peers. Shard farmers and lawn mower. Skinnin wire , Birds on a wire. Drones flying by in the sky. What once was Ricks tiki bar , is now called the tweeky bar. J-man and Ginger Bitch running the show. Derelict on the floor just nails on his toes. Farming for shards on the floor. Searching high and low he wants more. Days turn into night turns into months and years. Looking around at all my fellow tweeker peers. Shard farmers and lawn mower. Skinnin wire , Birds on a wire. Drones flying by in the sky. What once was Ricks tiki bar , is now called the tweeky bar. Hot rails and bubblers through the night. My guy Bry-mans head lamp burns bright. Tearing engines down and moving sheds. A mystery girl in his truck to give him head. Dude on the scooter breaking old lady's hips. Cashing in on their social security checks. Playing the craziest most insane damn songs. Dicking them granny's down all night long. Days turn into night turns into months and years. Looking around at all my fellow tweeker peers. Shard farmers and lawn mower. Skinnin wire , Birds on a wire. Drones flying by in the sky. What once was Ricks tiki bar , is now called the tweeky bar. DJ Meth...meth...meth...meth Rest in peace Ricky Greene. You are missed. Fly high brother!
