Lyrics:
[Verse 1 : Slug]
It was a purple-purple sky and an orange-orange moon
And everyone was whistling the same damn tune
Except Brian, Brian staired
person - a good person!
Helping other people out makes you feel fantastic!
Nicky:
That's what I've been trying to tell you-
Princeton:
All this time I've
[Intro]
Yeah, ha, that's what I'm talkin' about y'all
(All in together now, now)
It's another studio rap production
(What are you doing to me)
it, let 'em in
The king of England woulda left us alone
If he saw Jessica Simpson eat an ice cream cone
Teeny bikinis, red, white and blue
to play
I’m a rocker all night and hero by day
Playin it old school with the 64
Donkey Kong & games galore
Driftin through the races on Mario Kart
Tryin
that her
Parliament at brian crib
And nobody home now, I'mma be a crying kid
But it's seeming like I'm safe
For the time being
My uncle gettin all
Let's go!
Turn it up live niggas throw it up
It's the official, we got the bank for ya
Go!
You can catch Guilty Simpson at a rave with babes
and condition you.
Took over my city and I never asked permission to.
Started poppin bottles 'cause its ATL tradition to celebrate it by hard
Fuck a nigga so
It's all good, pop the bubbly, life is lovely
All sun no rain
No strain, can't complain
Pass Hell pain, but no Coumbaya
Now I Boomshaka-laka-laka
KATE MONSTER
Oh yeah, that's it!
BRIAN
Ooh, babe!
TREKKIE MONSTER
(enjoying himself) Uuuuuhh!
ALL
Loud as the hell you... (x7)
Want!
sucks to be me
Me too
It sucks to be me
It sucks to be me, it sucks to be Brian
And Kate
To not have a job!
To not have a date!
It sucks to be me
the Glock
Shoot it 'till it's clickin' (Oh)
Raising Canes, I'm all about chicken
Glock hit him, he need recondition
Speakin' facts, I ain't no politician
then but now it's understood
Wasn't all bad but it wasn't all good
Lived in the country but raised in the hood
BSP shit GCP shit
Niggas be trippin PCP
name eric hi's the capper
Since the 8th grade he said he would be a rapper
Rapper? y'all niggas lost 'cause its 10 years later and shawty is throwed
Homer: Born under a bad sign,
Been down since I began to crawl.
If it wasn't for bad luck,
You know, I wouldn't have no luck at all.
Hard luck
Suburbs breed nihilists
Let's take a walk
By all the little houses now
Let's peak inside
See all the little families now
Looks like
great!
[NICKY]
So would a burger!
[PRINCETON]
When her dream comes true,
It'll all be partly
Thanks to you, so
Give me your money!
[NICKY]
call u basic
Bet w Brian in silence wat if I made it?
Now Ik what dey feel like wen dey get traded
However much u thought I wanted em I wanted badder,
the skills to pay the bills, to get my million dollar deals,
All this pressure I can feel, it’s the way life is, let’s keep it real.
Refrain 1:
I was another
me. I'll ask you
(I'll keep asking)
The President's dead, shot by Donald Trump in the face
Was it suicide? Or a murder? You tell me (He's a good shot)
Did I love you little surfer girl
Or was it just your bod and long blonde curls
Fun fun fun was all we heard
Cruisin' in her daddy's thunderbird
Ba ba
Collins, Amandi Homi, Eugene Ruffolo Background vocals
Produced and arranged by Brian Keane
this guy named Brian Pelrine
AKA DJ IV, who was a young DJ on the come up
Had some good times back then
And all these people from my past brought out
gay
Diggin holes like a mole punchin
In good scammin cards
Like a rare keep it all in a safe
Looking like yu-gi-oh
Grabbin all these cards
Got the nerds
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