[Verse 1 Major Van Winkle] Im unimpressed, here with Doug E. Fresh No vest up on my chest I have no S like Superman Yeah Im stupid tan up in the summer Im ridin hard like a fully loaded Hummer You aint got it, thats a bummer Well Im A.I to the 76ers Darlin put that phone away cause we dont need pictures Rollin with the stones, bitch I feel like Keith Richards The truth stands tall while the jealous keep whisper And on and on bout some shit they aint even know I swear the thoughts up in my head are poems that the Beattles wrote Needles broke, so the record player scratching bitch Tryna bag every chick Im Snapchattin with Really, yo I dont need a phone And I dont need a home Cause home is where the heart is The hardest part of love is getting started But give my regards to the God that is in charge of Edens garden And Im with my bitch Eve, please bite my Adams apple To get some truth in a life and thats a Snapple fact Imagine that, Im on the road like Jack Kerouac I hit your girlfriend once and then you can have her back Came swervin, perfect when Im working Shit, Im Michael Jordan on the court ya bitch Im feeling rich but Im broke as shit Your body nice but your face needs Proactiv Thats sensitive, if confidence is beauty And all I needs a booty Im high in south Philly bumming loosies Groupies all for one song Couple off of this one Six blunts deep but Ive been high since the fifth one For the first hit, maybe Im a lightweight Kinda guy your ex girl might date Myspace top eight flow but Tom is my pro pic hoe The white EazyE just cruisin in my 64 Bumbin disco and jazz music My dads music prolly better than your dads music My dreams lucid, Im done with this I had fun with this...
beattles, bumbin, 76ers, snapchattin, bitch