LYRIC
WORK IN PROGRESS
[Verse 1: Mikey Rocks]You’re now listening to one of the best
Still in existence
Its in the bag like trick-or-treat
You trick me once and I knew it was me
You get me twice like two in a week
I wouldn’t fall for it
Though I wouldn’t chase a ball for into the street
I let it roll right baby
And we can hear the sock cop
Maybe in the drop top hot rod Z
My pops rock so the apple lay far from the tree
A stop watch couldn’t clock the speed
To get me from a to z without breaking a sweat
So pass the blueberries I ain’t had none yet
Yes we dogs racin’ ladies placin’ their bets
I just walked in, a pair of parrots start talking
Its two birds with a simple mind kind
I was loud I knew they type line by line
A little Buddha might cloud my mind but I’m listenin’
Strawberry girl hanging when its sunny
I see you in the summer when I spend up all my money
Blueberry girls wanna get down
They love the sports car wantchu drive around town
Peach tree girls, a couple down south
Wanna ride shotgun whenever you’re in town
You’re a honey dew melon you ain’t brown when I’m sellin’ right?
Probably cause you come around when you feel like
The girlies stepping to me, they wanna get some
My name is chuck so uh, you know the outcome
I’m out done I out ran all the not hot ones
Hands up that is not my gun
Dart gun blowin’ over heart thub
(Look a mirror??) hard top like a yellow suede air force ones
On the pedal that you pushin’, push it push it real good
Pick you off the tree try to see if this feels good
Cuz I know it feels great, better than I thought
Before I spend up all my money like look at what I bought
Shit, not me, no mam’ not I
TI said you could have whatever you like
Not me I’m not mean take whatever you see
Whenever you’re free, I’m going to the beach
Put my feet up, Then I blow wind in the trees
You know you feel the cool kids
They cool as a breeze
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