Yeah, I sang this to the pharmacist who gave me my flu shot and my booster shot yesterday.

Rolling down the street, smoking in, no, sipping out gin and juice.

Rolling down the street, smoking in, no, sipping out gin and juice.

Bleed back.

When my mind, I'm on my money, I'm on my mind.

She didn't understand why I was singing it to her.

Yeah, I don't understand why she's singing it to her.

Well, she's putting the juice in my mouth.

And then my hand was like, oh, you're squirting the juice in my mouth.

And she's like, oh, you're squirting the juice in my mouth.

And then I immediately was just like, oh, you're squirting the juice in my mouth.

I went right to gin and juice. And then I immediately was just like, oh, man, back in the day when you would go get a swisher,

and fucking roll that shit up.

Can't smoke the swishers anymore.

Hurts my throat.

I'm a rascal.

I'm a rascal.

Now, also confession alert, I hate drying off my hands after I've washed my hands in the bathroom.

Thank you, Jackie, for your confession.

Thank you, Jackie.

I got my key ring with you, line everyone to know she was the elder in heaven.

We are bewildered right now, and that was so just a succession of things.

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