Lyrics:

Ambassadors on their ride
While I drive on my blind eye
Expensive surgeries and balance
Can you drill a 8 inches hole
When the hole is your head
As the dust settles / drop me in a cab
No clothes on / tell 'em my name
My name/ is nickles / nickles
I'm scattered to the four winds
I loved your money / all of your money
'Cause it's insane
And you linger / through my fingers / buttercloud
As my gear / is clear
Buttercloud / you're near/ Buttercloud you're...
You paid my crimes / a thousand times
I'm so sorry for you now
Stare at the alphabet / letters so different
And every inch of ink / that could be dropt on me
My soul requires a drink
And I'm lucky and I'm young
And I'm a newspaper addict,
I'm a bigcity

Goodmornig boulevard/ I can see you smile
I can see you lie down on the floor
With a 40's on your left hand
But a big check is comin'
I can see it either/ Japanese cars want my soul
My dad has a rental and a fake insurance
We'll never fill our distance /our distance
Drop me in a cab/ no clothes on/ tell'em my name
Ambassadors on their ride
While I drive on my blind eye
Expensive surgeries and balance
Can you drill an eight inches hole
And when the hole is your head
As dust settles drop me in a cab
No clothes on/ tell 'em my name
My name is nickles/ nickles
I'm scattered to the four winds/to the four winds
I love your money /i love your money
'Cause it's insane/ YO!