Oh my god
Sun shinin on me feels so damn good right now
Aight
Imma see if i can do this shit one take
Yuh
Uh
It's a sunny day on Beacon Hill
Just cooked up some fresh banana pancakes
Before i
Peel off like a band aid
Take my girl on a plane to Japan for a day just to shop
That's my plans aye
And she like to spread it like mayonnaise
My girl a natural but i bet y'all girls f*ckin manmade
I keep a shrimp inside my pants
At first glance
My lil bud looked like a gun
That shit done had her like a fan base
Now she rock a fella in my man cave
She ridin fast pace
Ass laced
Droopy like a bad day
I think i'm sick of shit talkers
She sick of the dishwasher
We sick of the bitch bosses
Who ain't even there often
The rich always playin golf while the people are sick coughin
And people are sick coughin
So might as well build a coffin for myself if i don't get out soon
Don't wanna end up like a whale
With a damn harpoon stuck in my back
Ain't fallin for ain't fell for the trap
Made up my mind i'd make that shit off rap
Do you wanna love
Do you wanna feel
Do you want me
Baby keep it real
I'm not sure these days
With the games you play
And i don't know
With the things you say
So i just stay
To myself
Don't need no one
Don't need help
It's been awhile since i've been held
Crocodile tears i'm in hell
It's 3:30 in the morning on a Saturday night
I stick my head out the window feel the wind pass by
The air crisp and cool and not a single car in sight
Streets dark and empty barely lit up with lights
I get the feeling of nostalgia
When i pass by
The old twists and turns
That me my friends and i used to ride
On our bikes before we had cars
Back when missions to get high landed us on mars
Now i barely leave the ground
Rats round barely make a sound
Fat bitch in the background that's a heavy hound
Needed weed so i bought me a couple hundred pounds
And she want me a couple hundred rounds
I'm feelin free as can be like what Martin Luther seen in his dream back in 1963
The only difference is i'm white with some Japanese
I had a dream to one day get a sup-a freak
And that dream came true
F*ck it now i'm talkin to you
The way you move
Way you groove
Make me wanna just Shoop like Salt n Peppa
Like f*ck what they do you do it betta
You the gruyere to my salami bruschetta
I got a sister named Etta
She went the route of the academically predicate
Etiquette none the less is just better when under medicine
Celibate for the hell of it
Blowin money like elephants
Showin up in some elegance relevant cause it's televised
F*ck with me that would ill advised
Go and run go and tell the guys
Tell them small fries that
Dexter Shack is back in town
Back with the new sound
Out with the old jokes
In with the new clown
Everybody gather round
Yeah everybody gather round
Listen
Sometimes i just wanna ride this shit just like a wave
I ain't tryna go to fast i'm just sayin
Can we just chill can we just hang
It was
Easier to hang back before we had the fame
But ain't shit changed you still call me by my name
Banana pancakes what we eatin everyday in the rain make the pain go away
Do you wanna love
Do you wanna feel
Do you want me
Baby keep it real
I'm not sure these days
With the games you play
And i don't know
With the things you say
So i just stay
To myself
Don't need no one
Don't need help
It's been awhile since i've been held
Crocodile tears i'm in hell
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Oh my god
Sun shinin on me feels so damn good right now
Aight
Imma see if i can do this shit one take
Yuh
Uh
It's a sunny day on Beacon Hill
Just cooked up some fresh banana pancakes
Before i
Peel off like a band aid
Take my girl on a plane to Japan for a day just to shop
That's my plans aye
And she like to spread it like mayonnaise
My girl a natural but i bet y'all girls f*ckin manmade
I keep a shrimp inside my pants
At first glance
My lil bud looked like a gun
That shit done had her like a fan base
Now she rock a fella in my man cave
She ridin fast pace
Ass laced
Droopy like a bad day
I think i'm sick of shit talkers
She sick of the dishwasher
We sick of the bitch bosses
Who ain't even there often
The rich always playin golf while the people are sick coughin
And people are sick coughin
So might as well build a coffin for myself if i don't get out soon
Don't wanna end up like a whale
With a damn harpoon stuck in my back
Ain't fallin for ain't fell for the trap
Made up my mind i'd make that shit off rap
Do you wanna love
Do you wanna feel
Do you want me
Baby keep it real
I'm not sure these days
With the games you play
And i don't know
With the things you say
So i just stay
To myself
Don't need no one
Don't need help
It's been awhile since i've been held
Crocodile tears i'm in hell
It's 3:30 in the morning on a Saturday night
I stick my head out the window feel the wind pass by
The air crisp and cool and not a single car in sight
Streets dark and empty barely lit up with lights
I get the feeling of nostalgia
When i pass by
The old twists and turns
That me my friends and i used to ride
On our bikes before we had cars
Back when missions to get high landed us on mars
Now i barely leave the ground
Rats round barely make a sound
Fat bitch in the background that's a heavy hound
Needed weed so i bought me a couple hundred pounds
And she want me a couple hundred rounds
I'm feelin free as can be like what Martin Luther seen in his dream back in 1963
The only difference is i'm white with some Japanese
I had a dream to one day get a sup-a freak
And that dream came true
F*ck it now i'm talkin to you
The way you move
Way you groove
Make me wanna just Shoop like Salt n Peppa
Like f*ck what they do you do it betta
You the gruyere to my salami bruschetta
I got a sister named Etta
She went the route of the academically predicate
Etiquette none the less is just better when under medicine
Celibate for the hell of it
Blowin money like elephants
Showin up in some elegance relevant cause it's televised
F*ck with me that would ill advised
Go and run go and tell the guys
Tell them small fries that
Dexter Shack is back in town
Back with the new sound
Out with the old jokes
In with the new clown
Everybody gather round
Yeah everybody gather round
Listen
Sometimes i just wanna ride this shit just like a wave
I ain't tryna go to fast i'm just sayin
Can we just chill can we just hang
It was
Easier to hang back before we had the fame
But ain't shit changed you still call me by my name
Banana pancakes what we eatin everyday in the rain make the pain go away
Do you wanna love
Do you wanna feel
Do you want me
Baby keep it real
I'm not sure these days
With the games you play
And i don't know
With the things you say
So i just stay
To myself
Don't need no one
Don't need help
It's been awhile since i've been held
Crocodile tears i'm in hell
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Sun shinin on me feels so damn good right now
Aight
Imma see if i can do this shit one take
Yuh
Uh
It's a sunny day on Beacon Hill
Just cooked up some fresh banana pancakes
Before i
Peel off like a band aid
Take my girl on a plane to Japan for a day just to shop
That's my plans aye
And she like to spread it like mayonnaise
My girl a natural but i bet y'all girls f*ckin manmade
I keep a shrimp inside my pants
At first glance
My lil bud looked like a gun
That shit done had her like a fan base
Now she rock a fella in my man cave
She ridin fast pace
Ass laced
Droopy like a bad day
I think i'm sick of shit talkers
She sick of the dishwasher
We sick of the bitch bosses
Who ain't even there often
The rich always playin golf while the people are sick coughin
And people are sick coughin
So might as well build a coffin for myself if i don't get out soon
Don't wanna end up like a whale
With a damn harpoon stuck in my back
Ain't fallin for ain't fell for the trap
Made up my mind i'd make that shit off rap
Do you wanna love
Do you wanna feel
Do you want me
Baby keep it real
I'm not sure these days
With the games you play
And i don't know
With the things you say
So i just stay
To myself
Don't need no one
Don't need help
It's been awhile since i've been held
Crocodile tears i'm in hell
It's 3:30 in the morning on a Saturday night
I stick my head out the window feel the wind pass by
The air crisp and cool and not a single car in sight
Streets dark and empty barely lit up with lights
I get the feeling of nostalgia
When i pass by
The old twists and turns
That me my friends and i used to ride
On our bikes before we had cars
Back when missions to get high landed us on mars
Now i barely leave the ground
Rats round barely make a sound
Fat bitch in the background that's a heavy hound
Needed weed so i bought me a couple hundred pounds
And she want me a couple hundred rounds
I'm feelin free as can be like what Martin Luther seen in his dream back in 1963
The only difference is i'm white with some Japanese
I had a dream to one day get a sup-a freak
And that dream came true
F*ck it now i'm talkin to you
The way you move
Way you groove
Make me wanna just Shoop like Salt n Peppa
Like f*ck what they do you do it betta
You the gruyere to my salami bruschetta
I got a sister named Etta
She went the route of the academically predicate
Etiquette none the less is just better when under medicine
Celibate for the hell of it
Blowin money like elephants
Showin up in some elegance relevant cause it's televised
F*ck with me that would ill advised
Go and run go and tell the guys
Tell them small fries that
Dexter Shack is back in town
Back with the new sound
Out with the old jokes
In with the new clown
Everybody gather round
Yeah everybody gather round
Listen
Sometimes i just wanna ride this shit just like a wave
I ain't tryna go to fast i'm just sayin
Can we just chill can we just hang
It was
Easier to hang back before we had the fame
But ain't shit changed you still call me by my name
Banana pancakes what we eatin everyday in the rain make the pain go away
Do you wanna love
Do you wanna feel
Do you want me
Baby keep it real
I'm not sure these days
With the games you play
And i don't know
With the things you say
So i just stay
To myself
Don't need no one
Don't need help
It's been awhile since i've been held
Crocodile tears i'm in hell
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Da da da da da da da da da da da da da
Writer: Dexter Shack
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid