New day, new, you wake your ass, only straws clotted to my name, the fucking gratitude, be mine.

Listen to me, I elaborate, daily wisdom from me, JB Smooth.

I don't know who I'm talking to, maybe I'm talking about you, or somebody you may know.

But in your life, it goes without saying that there's one type of person that no matter what you do will never be able to avoid, and that's the pessimist.

Not to be confused with the person who's drunk, who's soiled themselves, that's a pissy mess. You could be both. I don't know.

A pessimist is the motherfucker who sees the glass have empty.

Matter of fact, come on, fuck, that's probably the one who drank half that shit to begin with.

They're probably at that damn soda fountain in the 7-Eleven, half fill on the cup, then drinking it, and then filling it again, talking about, I'm just sampling shit, or I hate motherfuckers like that.

And then they mix flavors together and shit, like grape and cola.

You mix grape and cola together, you will fuck your stomach up, I promise you, at Sherry to it, and that blue shit.

Now that's more like a potion.

Should we turn your ass into a toe, and have your ass hoppin' all around that goddamn store, and try to catch your ass.

See, now you're a bullfrog.

And you know that little thing miles where the god Jeremiah was a bullfrog?

That's a fucking song, I think, miles.

Yeah, that was a song.

Fucking Jeremiah.

Fucking bullfrog.

Now, he's trying to catch your ass.

And now, you are fucking pet!

See that miles?

Are you a goddamn bullfrog?

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