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The Cool Kids

Box Of Rocks

 

Box Of Rocks

(アルバム: That's Stupid - 2008)


[Verse 1:]
Yo, now if my posse on Broadway.
I'm stuck at a red light.
Lookin at the gas tank. Then I see the gas light.
Stop at the station. He like "Ay yo why ya pants tight? "
I'm like "It don't matter. Shows sell out every damn night."
Then he like, "Damn right. Saw the newspaper and it said you had a show so I guess I'll see you later.
And I'm like "Aw fsho." Front row of the theater.
I turn foes to fans. He was tryna be a hater.
Put 10 in the tank. Had to save the other 5.
So I could get a Coca-Cola and some cheese fries (mmm)
I slow it down if you need time cause I'm reclining in a chair.
I be chilling on my freetime. With no sparetime.
Got any spare change for arcade games I'm playin on a airplane?
So feel free to rewind.
Or double back like you got 2 or 3 spines.

[Chorus:]
They sayin Mr. Mr. Mikey. I'm just tryna find out. Sipping on a ice tea. Think ya need a timeout. Homey, so stay still. I'm bout to roll baby chillay chill.
(And now they be sayin) Mr. Mr. Mikey. I'm just tryna find out. Sipping on a ice tea. Think ya need a timeout. Homey, so stay still. I'm bout to roll baby chillay chill.

[Verse 2:]
Finish the fries and yes the fries finished.
Surprised how I get iller every 5 minutes.
My eyes squinted. That's high business. That's my business.
I'm so lazy. I pay a nigga finish my sentence.
I say "can you please." He say "pass me the phone."
Cause I'm a alien. I need to be phoning home.
And plus I'm hella stoned. Under the umbrella dome.
Make it rain cats and dogs. Baby can I get a bone?
I'm still doin the speed limit and plus 4 it.
25 and I'm doin like 29.
I'm under 21 and sippin on a 40.
I realize that the gas on the bottom line.
And I spent my last 5 on the cheese fries.
Look in the mirror. My reflection telling me be wise.
So I'm kinda tall, and looking for a shorty
With some money so she can get the gas for me.

[Chorus:]
They sayin Mr. Mr. Mikey. I'm just tryna find out. Sipping on a ice tea. Think ya need a timeout. Homey, so stay still. I'm bout to roll baby chillay chill.
(And now they be sayin) Mr. Mr. Mikey. I'm just tryna find out. Sipping on a ice tea. Think ya need a timeout. Homey, so stay still. I'm bout to roll baby chillay chill.

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