This is a story about a friend of mine he is abnormally intelligent He could bust a patty rhyme, even when he got up in the blunt But that all changed
Just tell me his name, just tell me you didn't get laid on our bedroom And was it the same? Just tell me if his dick is bigger than mine Do you remember
When the summer comes, we'll get on our aeroplanes And go back to where we came from (Summertime) It's a surprise but I think I'll survive When this
She wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles You stand and watch her pass by, your line of vision ass-eye You think that 'cause she smiles
Cocaine eyes, been living a lie Looks like another big night on the credit card, baby But you're makin' 'em smile, yeah, you're drivin' 'em wild I could
She's a pretty girl, she doesn't know it's over She doesn't know that my plane leaves tomorrow She's ringing in my ear, she redefines the night call Hang
When I look at your face I see dirt All the sunshine you blow up my ass starts to hurt And I don't really mind if I'm nothin' in your eyes It's no surprise
Her name is Noelle I had a dream about her She rings my bell I got gym class in half an hour Oh how she rocks In keds and tube socks But she doesn't know
She stands on the deck hear To watch all the landslides She's waiting for myrtle Can't wait 'til she drives by She's focused on football Making her plants
She wriggles and she wraggles, she jiggles and she jaggles You stand and watch her pass by, your line of vision ass-eye You think that cause she smiles
Pornography Well, I pretend I can't hang up the phone 'Cause if I do then he gets you And I'll be in this room alone Staring at the carpet Wondering
Hey There Mr.Marlboro Man What you gonna do when there's nobody left but yer smoke choking self to abuse Hey There Mr.C.E.O. Man who you gonna be When
You don't have to tell me that I'm stubborn 'Cause I'm not And I know ?cause it runs in my family And skips every other generation You don't have to
Socrates ain?t got nothing on me When it comes to over thinking Paranoid that?s how I prefer to be Into the ground I?m sinking Then you call and you
I am a wannabe You better be careful around me I come from far away Where mustang dreams are made And we are fashioned in the image of the Don's Who
Hey there, Mr. Marlboro man, what you gonna do When there's nobody left but your choke smoking self to abuse? Hey there, Mr. CEO man, where you gonna
You can take your eyes off your phone, Cos from here on in you're on your own. Don't you lay your hands on me, Cos I am bowing out so gracefully.
Bumping around in the back In the dark I see people Huddled around the girl She is the one in the back of the bar With a photo of Nixon and Mary-Jane