I guess it’s just the kid in me
feelin’ free
sippin’ on something smokin’ a little weed
it’s a tree passin’ out papers
bunch of jokers passin’ out lasers-
just a bunch of bull shit
deal with it everyday
passin’ the seconds minutes and hours
till you meet me in the shower
honestly spreadin’ firepower
come and find you beat the rush hour.
Just come and kick it like Jackie Chan
I watch you kill it I’m your biggest fan
it’s my game plan to sit on the bleachers
say some cheesy shit talk about all your features
and I’ll love them all till closing time
this just isn’t another rhyme.
