Chorus: take me down to the paradise city where we all smoke green and the girls are pretty even with no make-up on take me back to the time and the place where the music still rocked and the people weren't fake and won't you please let me OHHH, yeah a yeah a
Verse 1: put in the time cuz' it's worth it back against the wall, playin' suey tennis balls can't murk em' we steve urkel, we keep workin' on what matters to the family, TGIF certain hurtin' but I'm never droppin' the ball opposite of Ed Reed but he's stoppin' em all i deliver the goods- I keep dropping em off ain't been paid, still never takin' a loss bob frost with the travels my roads stay dirty even if I whispher I know you still heard me truth resonates my words are watergate put that shit on tape woodward and bernstein burned em with his own words against em' think before I speak turgid defenseman lurid with your words and its patently absurd hand up your ass your puppeteer's Jim Henson I might be a grouch but I ain't no slouch 7 foot with a straight back fuck yo' couch -rick james, spit flames, crazy like Brit-nay i'm tryna keep my lid on lucas can't get me
Verse 2: get a lump in my throat when I think of what could be more specifically it's really what should be exude confidence, elude arrogance venn diagram's dead no comparisons so jaded, but amazing like aerosmith my sweet emotions telling me to get a therapist already got one, her name is hip-hop and I'ma love that bitch till' my heart stops hitchcock mystery, i'm tryna make some history I want my kids to have a world that doesn't love misery already got the company it's black pais all day my fanbase drives me, you are why I'm on pace raise the bar, so high that it is humbling I never liked limbo, reminded me of gumby i'm dodging all the blockheads poking at my options the song ain't even done but I"m thinkin' how to top this