In My Draws
Devin the Dude Lyrics

Well, hello again my weed smokin' friends
Greeting his fellow smokers

I'm glad you came with coughee in your cups
Happy that they brought their own supply

If I went up I'll do the same
Referring to passing the weed around

And you can pass it to someone you've never met
Encouraging sharing with strangers

And let 'em get just as high as you
Allowing everyone to cultivate their own high

You're eyes red as shit, mine too
Acknowledging how high they are

We 'bout to start the show who got an Optimo?
Asking who has a specific type of wrap for rolling

A swisha suite, a zig zag and the bitch that'll kiss my meat
Listing alternative wraps and a promiscuous partner

This cordless mic, I know what they like
Confident in his equipment and performance

Continue to rockin' the show that'll slow up a fight
Positively influencing the energy of the crowd

And I know of a dyke, who wouldn't mind
Referring to a lesbian who is open to experimenting with men

Gettin' some of this dick from behind but I'm gonna chill y'all
Choosing not to pursue a potential sexual encounter

'Cause she might wanna start wearin' my draws
Knowing that the woman may become possessive

Oh no, don't want that shit to happen
Avoiding a situation of being controlled or dominated

Admirin' my weed jar, it's rather stocky
Appreciating his stash of marijuana

At the crib, how 'bout myself lookin' at hockey
Watching hockey alone at home

And wonderin' who's gonna win The Cup
Curious about who will be victorious

If it was full of coughee I know the brothers will man up
Believing that the presence of marijuana would intensify the competitiveness

I'll stand up to get a drink, then I get a call
Expecting a typical night at home alone

Can you come over so I can lick your balls?
Receiving a vulgar invitation for oral sex

Well yes, I guess let me shampoo my nuts and get dressed
Agreeing but needing to groom himself first

Mission complete, I hit the street with the suite, some heat
Successfully fulfilling the invitation

But fuck, there's some cops on the beat
Encountering law enforcement

And there's some crooked laws
Aware of unjust laws and potential violations

That'll pull you over and dig all in your draws
Feeling violated by invasive police searches

5:30 p.m., I'm at the lab again
Heading back to work on music

Another song, about to take another stab again
Preparing to create another track

Drinkin' and laughin' and puff, puff, passin' it
Enjoying a relaxed creative process and sharing weed

To and fro' while constructin' my flow
Crafting lyrics while passing the joint

And pick up some hoes, up in this motherfucker
Planning to bring women back to his studio

Hey, whatcha wanna do girl?
Asking for their intentions or desires

I don't wanna tease you, I just wanna please you
Clarifying his intentions

And lick you from your neck to the top of your dick
Detailing his desired sexual acts

And then rub my clit and grind my hips
Describing how she will pleasure herself

Oh, that sounds like some pretty cool shit
Reacting positively to her sexual suggestions

But damn, might get full of weed and alcohol
Acknowledging the potential consequences of their actions

I go to sleep, you try to dig off in my wallet and in my draws
Worried that the women may try to steal from him

Don't want that shit to happen
Hoping to avoid getting robbed

Don't get it twisted just because I'm rappin'
Asserting himself as a serious artist

I don't want it, don't want it, don't want it
Reiterating that he does not want to be taken advantage of