Lyrics

[Verse]
Peter strolls in, no bills, broke on arrival,
Chillin' with the crew, jokes his only survival.
Flatbed rollin' deep, off to the spot,
Laughs for drinks bought, friends pick up the lot.

[Verse 2]
Dude got no cash, yet laughter's his currency,
Tongue sharp, quick wit, that's his urgency.
Free ride, no pride, in the back with the grime,
Jokes so cold, got 'em laughin' in rhyme.

[Chorus]
Peter, the mooch, king of the scene,
Cash? Nah, he’s the comedic dean.
Flatbed floors, where he reigns supreme,
No dough, but he’s livin' the dream.

[Verse 3]
Friends buy rounds, Peter cracks smiles,
Knee-slappers all night, done in his style.
Empty pockets but heart so full,
Mouth’s the money-maker, sharp as a tool.

[Chorus]
Peter, the mooch, king of the scene,
Cash? Nah, he’s the comedic dean.
Flatbed floors, where he reigns supreme,
No dough, but he’s livin' the dream.

[Verse 4]
Into the clubs, dapper in grit,
No VIP, but he’s legit.
Friends know the drill, he’s the life of the bash,
Humor’s the ticket, y'all can keep the cash.