Maraka (feat. Matt Nowlin & Lew Bruno)
Super Bobby
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Sneak up on that beat Sneak up in my sheets Gleak on your feet then I leave on my beak I mean bike bring heat from my beak No hands when I ride that bike in the streets Fleece when it's freezin, the sheik of the region You can see my cheeks when I breath in Seathin' for no reason, Supa? Wanna meet him? Check the Four Seasons Super Bobby OH NO The rap Rivers Cuomo Who meditate, Tai Chi in the Dojo Make you go pogo, up and down slo-mo See me from the back of the track, LoLo Sicker than Flo-Nase The covert mofo rockin' ProKeds Scuffed up from the MoPed Come over hog the whole bed I mean, I go slow in that old red Chevy, Nova, I painted it Keep my old clothes in the basement I blaze on occasion Dog stays in the crate when I'm grazing On your lady parts Call me from the audit I'm wearing Gaudí pants, DOGGY PANTS! I got the doggy pant style You know me I put the Rot in the Weiler My man Lew about to take it to the island! UH, Hawaiian shirt neon light up in the lobby I feel like creepin' and it's trapped inside my body The big hoochie ball in the middle of the palace Roast duck served on a crisp bed of lettuce Back dad brake pads low fat stake ass Sell it by the pound from Jamaica to Trinidad Ridin' in my miracle whip You can't press forward and you can't press skip Tape deck broken since I went to the Cape Sand on the seats son, burn on the legs Street singin' and ringing bells Moon walks the board walk for a couple bills Pastel houses, pastel spouses And leave through the back when she button up her blouses Then the player hatin' beach bum play me like a hand drum Sold me to the Sheriff said his marriage was hollow as a sea shell And there's a crawl daddy sleeping with Madam Bell Then he cooked me, took me to the county line Say goodbye to the panty line Don't come back unless you looking for a place to die So she and I, hey, we weren't meant to be (It's no problem) I am the sun I am the moon I am the hour glass I am the time I am the day I am the hours past I am the showers cast down from the past frost I am the clouds look now I don't last long In my last song I was carrying on about Christmas floats, now Christmas is gone so Winter coats you can leave them in the closet This a spring song, and ya gonna love it Doesn't last long like a Johnny Cash song Like a spring ephemeral it's fast gone Latch on to the beat like a burr on a dog's fur Move your feet make you purr make your gears work I'm a make your ears hurt, I'm a make your legs hurt I'm a make you share shirts, I'm a make you wear dirt I'm a battle ship on the sea, can't pass me I am a shadow cast down from the past me
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Written by: Jeff Ledell, Lew Bruno, Matt Nowlin
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