I look down to the ground And every time I look up, It’s because I thought I heard you laughing Bout my newest haircut. Or a poem, or a show, or the simplest of things, A thought that all the others said would only remain in my dreams. See you gave me a boost to push me up To the tree and to our little cut And we looked out to the morning sky And said we’d claim it, by and by. And we fooled ourselves that we’d fly forever Packaged, sealed, no doubts, never. But I wasn’t prepared for airplane sounds And I don’t know how to get down. (Chorus) You’re saying that you’re leaving me And you’ll pack away a piece of me. And you won’t know what you can’t see Yeah my bags I’ve got them stocked And we’ve attached a lock, But I can’t seem to find the key. I’ve sketched a whole world for us But you’ve added the color So when you share your fears and your lipstick smears It’ll be on another. And I’ll stand within the black and white Love and Music hanging tight But a sketchbook life is hard to write And it gets hard to see at night. A great play with no curtain call, Did it even end at all? Love, care, discipline, truth, Etched on a bathroom stall. I’m riding a bus with no passengers Going point A to point B But I missed point C by the roadside, With flowers, a cross, and a tree. Even bees drop the seeds of the food we need to grow, And sometimes they will crash to the canyon far below, But the river WILL take us to where we need to go, So while I’m wrapped up in this glow I thought I’d let you know (Chorus 2x) You’re saying that you’re leaving me And you’ll pack away a piece of me. And you won’t know what you can’t see Yeah my bags I’ve got them stocked And we’ve attached a lock, But I can’t seem to find the key. It’s another track recorded, that will never see the light, Another pirate space-child piloting a kite. So what’s what, whose there, and whose really gone? Well I clutch at the air, after another year And I hear the wind sing along (Chorus) You’re saying that you’re leaving me And you’ll pack away a piece of me. And you won’t know what you can’t see Yeah my bags I’ve got them stocked And we’ve attached a lock, But I can’t seem to find the key.

I seen a lot of giants fade away in the limelight Drink after drink, give em a spark and they’d ignite. And when you lose control, you lose your soul. And it’s hard to fill up that twenty-foot hole. Now mama always told me “look both ways, when crossing streets” But Frogger got a time limit ma, so I go packin heat. I turn on my jets for the agility test. And plotting my course, becomes a six-step arrest. And if Icarus get burnt from the headlights It must just be that he failed to put up a fight. Or maybe it’s just that God’s to blame. But God ain’t in a man who risks murder for a football game. (Chorus) See, the greatest trick the devil ever pulled was Convincing the world he didn’t exist So just remember that, when he slits your wrist, Cause a kiss from Bacardi ain’t a kiss that you’ll miss. My lullaby’s a passerby who can’t think straight Addicted to some sleeping pills from staying up too late. Cause Mother Nature gave us a bed time, if we like it or not. And if you need a shot, you’re coming off the presses too hot. So I, check, the rhythm and I, ex, the system But still, I’m, infected by the bugs in my kitchen But I’m just lookin for one jitterbug dance, A little something fun, to, shake off the trance. So I jerk a little left, and jerk a little right. But I try not to jerk it to that slave in the peacock tights. The fellas want to see how many they can get in one night, But for me, I’m just trying to treat one right. (Chorus) See, the greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was Convincing the world he didn’t exist So just remember that, when he slits your wrist, Cause a kiss from Bacardi ain’t a kiss that you’ll miss. Now in Pakistan that drone just killed a boy, While that day in the USA, it was sold as a toy. And through the gunshot stop-clock see the truth Cause pretty soon time will have flown the coup. All this time, it’s been right here, you can see If only you break free of this drunken fantasy. Cause we don’t need to control the skies. We got an ocean over here, and some nice blueberry pies. (Chorus)(2x) See, the greatest trick the devil ever pulled, was Convincing the world he didn’t exist So just remember that, when he slits your wrist, Cause a kiss from Bacardi ain’t a kiss that you’ll miss.

Have you ever put everything, all you are, into a single person, Who saw through you, who knew you, who given anyone she’d choose you, someone you could trust…till she burned it all to dust. She had a certain kinda walk, and a certain kinda talk, The way she talked with her body with a mind like plastered chalk. Triple point divinity, pinned to her chest, With a short skirt telling me “imagine the rest.” Angel of death, Kissing at my neck Nipping, ripping, sipping, coughing up cassettes Of lines from the Notebook – setting up the set, Heavy rain trapping me – the hold-me-lonesome threat Feral field mouse, Living off the lint Clawing at the walls and she don’t even pay the rent Profit off my penitence, and sell it as your own Just to pay off all the sex sharks tugging you home. She charge into the church, bible verse in spades She can fit em in her skirt, and they missed the hand grenades Buttercream halo, lubricant for the midnight show. She’s in your ear, and you don’t know where your pants go. Only Jesus walks on water You walk on oil film That reflects a rainbow Only when you catch it in the still. Yeah the eyes are the windows to the soul, Cause hers were black, so I should’ve seen the black hole. And I thank you friend for telling me, when she was outselling me I got my tongue caught in the honey of her memory I laid my jacket down, when it got too wet But you sat on his dick, so it didn’t help. (chorus) You can’t trust a dancer, flicker flame, pyromancer Cause she’ll spin right out your turn and end up with somebody she don’t deserve. In the glimmer in the river, flies find scraps for dinner, Eating up the crap and paint thinner Cause they’re used to it, the snare’s hit, the crown among the sinners And they think a meal a day has kept away the web spinner. Sometimes I pray that there’s a god to judge her for her deeds, But I can’t let myself plant that evil, twisted lead. Cause a seed buried deep, will last the cold to keep, And when the springtime has arrived, it drives its roots into the sheep. At least I got a few good jabs at her jaw When I told her what was what and didn’t punch at all. Cause she can’t fool herself, that I did something wrong And she’ll look down at the ground when the crowd sings my songs. Shut the door, cause I’m staying in my room As my muscles clench in fear at the smell of cheap perfume. And girls don’t want me, cause I reek of you, And the tracers that you left in all of my sinew. Yeah the past is the past, sometimes that’s hard to grasp, When that clasp on your heart has left broken glass and blood tracks At least I learned a few good lessons, So you can spot the truth you assume, and arrest it. See a flickering night firefly, flickers to all passerby, And just because you caught one don’t mean that you’re some special guy. I can’t believe I fell for the lie When I dove for her heart and I fell out the sky. Well I’ve laid it on the track, a sloppy lukewarm heart attack, I’ve gotta build myself back to leave the love shack. Cause I’m ditching these shackles that weigh more than a ton, And I can’t say that I’ve won, but you bet your sweet ass I’m done. (chorus) You can’t trust a dancer, flicker flame, pyromancer Cause she’ll spin right out your turn and end up with somebody she don’t deserve.

(Man 1) Alright (Man 2) You feeling this? (Man 1) Ahhh yes. (Man 2) With a kick and a hat, no stress? (Man 1) I feel blessed (Man 2) But tell me one thing (Man 1) what? (Man 2) Is this hip hop? (Man1 ) Ehhh, maybe not. Why does it matter? (Man 2) Word up. (Man 1) Well let’s go. I’m feeling the beat, as my feet feel the heat. And that’s cool, but best of all, I am feeling unique. They’ll be leering out their windows at this garbage man. But little did they know that this garbage man can. Yeah pass the marijuana onto someone else, I’d like my dreams to come true, and I don’t like cartels. But I watch the movies too, and it does look cool. So I’ll be taking puffs on pretzel rods outside the school. What’s the beer for? Fap it just behind the door. You’ll get a similar effect without the hangover chore Or don’t, cause when you leave a little bit in store, The confidence is common sense and you’ll be in for more. So get up on the brain train, we’re leaving quick, We’re going to hip hop town, where we all ride slick, But be warned, that you won’t want to hear all that we say, cause We got more holes in our head than JFK. (Man 2) Hey, maaaaaan why you have to talk about our Presidents that way? (Man 1) Cause many of em’ died protecting what I say. (Man 2) I’m pretty sure you’re mixing issues. (Man 1) …….Probably. (Man 2) Isn’t there something else? (Man 1) Okay, I’ll switch it up, for now. You ain’t seen beauty until you’ve seen anime. The kinda love displayed, we can all hope and pray for, Way more than Stormy Daniels has in store, And for way less cost than 3-time divorce court. Life’s not black or white, Haitian, Jamaican, Or the plethora of races we call Asian, TV Stations mostly show Caucasians, But here’s the sitch, they’re filthy rich with incomes raising. Even if you’re a poor man, Uncle Sam don’t understand, Paying off the rent with cheerios and foodstamps, And when you’re at lunch, he never pulls up a seat, He just takes 6%, and never gives you receipt. If you wanta start separate from the rest You gotta stop rapping bout being the best Tragedies make masterpieces, just collect the pieces, This is my imagination thesis. I’m like a pad-footed fat-girl swinging on a pole, I gotta lotta heart, but I got even more sole. Your just a Telletubby mummy cashing girls on the subway, Singing warm my tummy honey till she kicks you off. Is that the way you think a man should treat a girl, You gotta give a little spin if you want her to twirl. Go finger painting mating with a rub and a swirl, And sit back, and relax, and watch the sex unfurl. And for music, well there’s too many genres to choose You can only cram so much inside those Jordan shoes. So leave a spot for jazz, and the old shit from Muse. And sometimes the fat lady’s gotta sing the blues. But with a genre that is limiting, my beats are all but glistening, My own reflection shimmering in 4/4 time. I drown out the children bickering, my flow is sure to kick it in, I’ll leave a treat behind for you and all mankind, fine.

Hustling down the corridor, waiting till the clock hits 4, Clutching to her books to cover all the sores, The bully says it with a smile that was built at Lulu Lemon shop Glitter on her eyes while she’s licking on a lollipop . “Nice dress, stained mess, your parents make a lot less, Makeup won’t ever will fix that, no boys you’ll ever impress.” She’s hitting the streets, and sharing the sheets with someone she don’t know But she can’t sleep cause her boy on his cell phone. (Chorus) You don’t need that. She’s a runway runaway. She’s coming home. At home it ain’t a lot better, parents shouldn’t be together, Holding up the house with toothpicks and peanut butter. The 9 to 5 goes till 7, daddy’s getting tired of begging, Mommy wants the man back she had at the wedding. Electronic dance sounds that keep you on edge, The acid rap money that rolls in the hedge. She used to look for meaning Disney, but she gave up the search, Cause they make half their money off of tourists and merch. (Chorus) She don’t need that. She’s a runway runaway. She’s coming home He’s been doing odd jobs, just paying his way through school The kinda stuff, where you gotta catch your own drool When you accelerate the assembly line, it’s hard to slide off, And when you do you’ll get carpet burns, there’s nothing soft. He lost what he once was, angry boss and office buzz, And every note he once loved, starts to feel like thick fuzz, He’s sitting at the dance hall, looking at the balcony, Tired of the agony and saying “one day they’ll see.” (Chorus) He don’t need that. He’s a runway runaway. He’s coming home. The way they hide behind trees, peeking to see Emotions on the clothesline, flapping in the breeze. She’s sitting across the table, cause she’s run out of steam. So he gets her some water and they talk about dreams. And he believes in most of the values but he’s not that convinced, Then when he pass away some green beret will treat me him a prince. And anytime he could die, he thinks about it every day, So he’s resolved to make something to stay. (Chorus) She says, “Me too” She’s a runway runaway. She’s coming home. Thank God he asked her to dance, and thank God she said yes, Because it never stops coming, yeah they can’t comprehend. Sitting in their Adidas that they told him were Reeboks, Scrawling out love notes on their sullied work smocks. When you’re young you’re told the people in your life will mature, Then you see them all in action and they’re still what they were. They want to tell the world about the wind in their sails But they couldn’t handle the hate mail, and shooting stars don’t leave a trail. (Chorus) Yeah We’re just runway runaways. We’ve found our home. (x2)

As I start up computer screens, my eyes drift into a dream, Where everything is perfect and all is what it seems. And every day my head feels lighter, And the collar seems to get just a little bit tighter. As I step into that church pew, across the gravel and the dew, I’m thinking of everything but, even as I face You. My half-divided attention, like living on bus-stop benches, Three projects and a full time job, and I won’t ever get a pension. I promise you God I’ll be better, when I’m in my red sweater, But before the night is over I’ll write the devil a fresh pressed letter. I sink my head in sorrow, forgive me for what I’ll do tomorrow My body’s borrowed, and I just sold the rights. Still every night I go to these dances, searching for new romances, Eyeing through my telescope the other dudes making advances. I’ll take my chances, with my pen and my pad, and a help-wanted ad, Shooting the shit with some older guy and ignoring the eye contact we had. Like scribbling words on paper will help, as I slowly lose myself, Find myself, and lose it again, with my foot halfway in. I know my purpose but still I’m worthless like a old workbench tool, Guess a king can play the fool, but the fool better know the rules. (Chorus) Yeah we’re all impressed with Atlas in his world-carrying stunt, But we all know it’d be a lot easier if he brought it to the front. Step back and re-evaluate how you wanna dissipate, Reach inside that box to find how you’re gonna liberate. Some find it in their kids, Some find it in the past they lived But the future’s lying open with all the things you woulda did, Coulda did, if only you quit the smokes, And stepped out that front door even when you know you’ll need a coat. I’ll disco in the dark in my own amusement park, Surrounded by some colored balloons and a talking meadowlark. And when I take the stage, we’ll feel the age, and I’ll pick apart your brain. So we can vibe together, in the realm of the insane. Cause what is sanity really, but the majority of the mass, And when the last becomes the first and stands at the head of the class, Then they will be the sane one, and the rest will follow to boot, Like back when everybody went to the party in a zoot suit. I’m an escape artist, or at least I try my hardest, You saw this, now you don’t, and I just stole your harvest. But I honestly believe in every word that you receive, Cause I depend upon what I’m saying, depending upon whose paying. You don’t know me, and I don’t think anyone really does, Cause I have 40 plus pieces of classical and no one ever gives me a buzz. And when I write it comes out messy, like the firing of a few slugs, I just dedicate myself to rearranging the perfect mud. (Chorus) Yeah we’re all impressed with Atlas in his world-carrying stunt, But we all know it’d be a lot easier if he brought it to the front. Skipping out on the meet and greet, and bobbing to the beat. The world dissolves around me like a bubble in the heat. Ideas come like butterflies, you catch em or you don’t. And if you keep them bottled up too long they’ll eventually croak. So I’ll stay inside and read the rhymes from the lines that I wrote, Rich in terms of music and spiritually broke. Porcelain confidence, not a lot of common sense, Sleep-deprived mind that’s running off of nonsense. Is this who I am, and who I want to be? Or is this the introduction to my musical marketing scheme. Baseline design, I don’t really waste time, You don’t need to slim your waistline for the facetime. I control my own destiny, living existentially, I take it by the horns and I’ll make up what they’re paying me. They say you got the right heart but you play the wrong songs Gotta give us something that we all can sing along, So I gave the right beats, but my lyrics they’ll be deafening, Making a Memory with the wrong melanin. Classical or hip hop, either way I’ll never stop The world may never take me, but in my mind I’m on top. This is my refuge, my passion grenade deluge. Riptide renegade, taking a break for lemonade. (x2) Riding on a caffeine jetstream, making my way upstream, Climbing up a video game chain dream. We’re just hired hands, searching for higher lands, I’m running on Saturn’s rings, dodging bullets from dance bands. Burning up stars from the urn of my youth, I spread them cross the country from Vermont to DuLuth. Vermouth, that I’ll be drinking, my mind that’s sinking swimming, Till I surface from the depths with a sour face, thinking Real slow, we go, cruising on a dream boat. Never stop reading or feeding, glutton up my ego Breathing hot fire my heart and the desire till I’m Commandeering pigeons at the top of the pyre. I hate repetition, cause I envision a world not held to one decision, The 4-bar incision. But wrestling with the lottery, fallen dogs on top of me. I feel the scales tipping, with angelic comradery. (x2) The trees blow, the leaves grow, and I had to go outside to write this, Scribbled on paper every day, feeling kinda sightless, When I listen to the stream and the clouds and the likeness. I remember how I used to be just like this. Now I gotta bite this, before I go back to the world of right-ness.

Every rapper’s gotta have a “fuck you I’m better” song, Even over some stupid shit, just to right the wrong, And some has-been judge and Europe told me he didn’t like my composition, So here I go I’m putting the keys in the ignition. It’s Intelligent rap, I’m running the laps, you’re caught in my curious spinal trap. Where I’m at, I’m seeing the demon and bein’ the reason He fleein’ and peein’ his pants. I’m working two jobs while you’re living at home, Come to the world where I roam, I’m happy to stone you, With my loose screws, and CD’s too so they get use. Your mind’s eye caught in the blindside, Of global pop industry limelight. And you rhyme tight, but execs like Johnny Appleseed pushing the cyanide Slippery mercury fetus mouthing the words of Jesus Telling you it’s not addiction, they slide you another prescription, It’s scripted., I’m taking the business. I write and I write, till my girl think I’m chaste. Till I find the right whole to replace, The hours and hours of haste the hours and hours of waste, Till I’m blue in the face I’m running your race, I lower my shoulder To bust through the walls and escape. I’m not done. It’s Acid rap money that rolls in the hedge Shoveling shit in you saying it’s bread. Fuck what they said, they looking for head, I’m making my army instead. They told me that I was too honest to work, I honestly think they belong in the dirt. Percussive attack, you know that I’m back. You bind my whole body, I’ll writhe on the rack. I wrote a whole musical no one has heard, I’m piping my classical into the dirt. Till the earth shakes, and reverse waves, Take this whole damn earth to my birthplace. I’m a business man, and my business plan, Is shooting the shit like the Taliban, When I wake up, hear my jaw crack Cause I’m chomping to get off my back. Sitting inside of a box, The water is rising, it’s hitting my sox But the panic is feeding my thoughts. I’m writing with chalk I’m drawing a friend, and hoping it talks. If I step outside, will death be certain, Or is inside where I’m hurting. But I like my own space, alone in the hate As the curtain makes certain my fate. Still those ghostly little two eyes, tugging at your sleeve, Convincing you that life’s not worth the air that you breathe. Step inside my mind, and figure how I still work a 7 to 5. You arrive at the twisted street corner of musical drive-by homicide. Searching to find my own light, till the lamp becomes candlelight, Hold the handle right, and follow me into the warped night, Where I’ll teach a whole class how to light up the sights I don’t front like I have any street cred, Yeah it’s funny I’m whiter than wonder bread. But if you are feeling my shit, I’m a fake and a hypocrite, Making a hypocritical critical hit. Had enough of the shit, Fighting off snakes in the pit. I’ll kick em’ with denim, and take all the venom, and use it to make amaretto with lemon. I’ll summon the ghosts and sit back and laugh, They’re dragging my corpse away down the path, I’m evil alas, I’m wearing a mask, made out of bones of the people I’ve passed. I cannot grasp, the devil within, Each time I try, I’m sinking in sin. But everyone is, but we can see that though, Cause we’re balancing up on the tightrope. People don’t see the devil at all; it’s a shame, but that’s it all, The reason you think that you’re gonna fall, Is cause you’re already standing so tall. (Therapist) This concludes our therapy session, You’re hiding depression, in expression retention, Trapped in a mental detention, But I don’t want to mention, Cause this is the art, aorta and veins, a work of heart - (Steve) -And that’s who I am, don’t pull me apart. (Therapist) Well hey, it’s a start.

So I’m walkin down the street, with my shoes on my feet. Past some mothers in the kitchen cookin cabbage and beets And some ugly fella hits me with a punch to the teeth, And says I’ll make you rich if you just ditch the knife and the sheath. I ask him where we gonna go, well where are we gonna meet? He said “Here, just write your name on this Excel Spreadsheet.” I said “Thank you for your patience, and thank you for your time, But it seems like your perfect plan is missing some lines. (Chorus) So I’m walkin’ down the street, With my shoes on my feet. And there’s a boy with a ball, catching it with his toe. I said you’re lookin’ pretty good; well you could be in a show. He said “I know, but do you know, the latest way to make some dough? You’ve been running all around and your lookin’ low.” I said “Sure, I’m in need of a little puppy feed. And my bank account, just ran out of truffala trees. He said “Here you go, I’ll give you these seeds from Monsanto I found ‘em in the theater playin’ Gucci and Rambo. A man told me put em’ with some water and so-so And it’s slow, but you can be sure that they’ll grow.“ (Chorus) So I’m walkin’ down the street with my seeds in my feet. Yes I’m walkin’ down the street with my shoes on my feet. Now a pauper plays a sonnet and she looks at the dirt, Past the crowd, past the clouds, and to a blue-white t-shirt. That flaps against the wind, caught on a spindle That juts out from the old abandoned Francis cathedral. I ask “What’s that? It’s got a beautiful ring. And it don’t belong in this long song of sin, she sings: “Life is hard, in the graveyard of disguise, Where the businessmen chant amen and hang from their ties. I’m tired of the sighin lyin cataract eye And I wish I had a little bit of comfort and rye.” I thought I found a friend, who could help with my bends. Then she gave me that look, and she reached out her hand. But we made each other happy for a moment just then, Cause she gave me a ten, and I gave her my gin. (Chorus) And I’m walkin’ down the street with my shoes on my feet. I’m walkin’ down the street with my shoes on my feet.

I am a minimal criminal with an eye for the cynical, The lyricial pinnacle of His Dark Materials, Droning in an ocean of unoriginal sound, I will kill the venereal bacteria spread around. I coulda hit it hard like O’Reilly’s wife, And there’s enough personal strife, to murder you right, Too bad that I’m the shy guy, take that with rye guy, Biding all my time until I make it online guy. But wait what’s this, got a beat that I’ll miss, And a pocket full of posers and Satan’s kiss, Have a Merry Christmas, I got my list, Full of X’d over pop star terrorists. You’re in trouble with the government your loving it, You’re thinking you’re a g, and you’re running shit, Just because you’re humming it. I can see the enemy, even with eyes cloudy, They rap about bitches, and dress like prince Saudi. The real mc’s are making history on twitter, Starting a blood war, while sitting on the shitter. Head in the clouds can’t feel no rain, cause Music in my head can’t feel no pain. You wear a chain like an award (Like you run the game) I tug your chain like a phone cord (no air to the brain) So suit jacket deploy, no time to be coy, The hair is fresh, I’m yelling Leroy (the tails are a toy) I am the opera boy, macabre McCoy, a little bit of drama for joy No stopping this boy Pied piper viper, just became a lifer, Killing in the movies and the games and the cypher. Major leagues majorly suck, I’ve had it up to here, With the tar and feathers (cluck cluck cluck) And the cutting at the knees (yelling “suck, suck, suck”) You can tell by now that, I don’t give a @#$% Whoops, slow it down for the Christian girls, We gotta keep a bridge open for the business world . Birdbeaks coming in, they want to discover, The part of me that’s always hiding under the covers. Peckin’ at the sheets but they’ll always wonder, Cause I buried the pieces of my fear way way under. “Check the crevice… check the crevice All this big cock talk and this is the menace?” I thought I caught all my fears, and I thought it was done, But in arears, it appears, whoops I forgot one. And the telephone’s chiming in ring, ring, ring. And they hold it to my ear yelling sing, bitch, sing. On my knees, begging please, face to the window, I’m hearing the best I can, with a gun to my temple, it says “Hello, how you doing, you finally feel alive, Now you drowned all your friends in your selfish pride?” *sigh* Oh here we go, ripping on my ego, First prize chitter-chatter on the morning talk show, I don’t got the best beats or the best flow, I just really think the bar is really fuckin’ low. Did you ever think of this as a factor? Everybody is your life is an actor. Sir, if you could only see the wretched smile in my eye. Finger to the trigger I blow it all sky high. Three strikes and you’re out, might as well get rowdy. Feel the crowdy build, and burst like an outee. They’ll never give a shit about anything you say. Till you hit them from behind like a “Hey, Hey, Hey” It’s the amoxicillin villain I’m chilling in Dylan’s pool. Putting on the jazz, while your face is filling with drool. Breathing from my chest, cause I never rest, the stress, Of fighting with the enemy, is it me? Yes. Go ahead and break me, I’ll just re-create me, An inch away from death and the unicorn will sate me. Who am I, where’d I go, how did I get in this show, Clapping in my mind, and the spotlight, well here we go. Tripping with the back alley cats of my mental health You can never find me cause I never found myself.

(Hi my name is Steve I work at the bank) Let me tell you a little story about a little boy, They always said he didn’t understand Why the neighborhood mamas get up in their pajamas and say “Whoop there goes a man.” Yeah we told him that he shouldn’t and really he probably couldn’t But truly I gotta give him a hand. No one knows how he do it, but look, he’s back to it DAMN there goes Steve in his minivan! So what I ride a little old school? – wing-nuts and loose screws, Flashing all the ladies with my ring-pop jewel. I’m the fella all the soccer moms want to meet, Cause I got a big stick and a spacious back seat. I’m the man of the hour – V4 Horsepower You can fly on by but I won’t be sour. And I won’t see you anyway, cause I’m flying hot, Going 45 in a 40 – with a 90 degree blind spot. You may got a nice corvette, sure the rims are a must. But I got the flare paint job - onyx pearlescent dust. You’ll be scratching at your head “where can I find all my dames?” That’s right, they’re writing their names on my window panes. I got the biggest dang bang bootie in the game And it’s shaking all about with my bad suspension. You can keep your buns, hun, I’m making shadows out of sun Ok it doesn’t always run, but hey I got it from my mum – She’s very nice. I’m sliding on the ice, leaving skids in my wake, Cause I’m slick as a snake – and I can’t control the brakes. Neighborhood kids throwing snowballs all around. But you’re gonna need a school bus to slow me down. Repping my college in my rear view (Blam, Blam, Van) You better bet I got my brother’s too (Blam Blam Van) Singin’ Bowie as I drive by (Blam Blam Van) My baby cousin’s saliva (Click, Click, Van) (Instrumental Break Down) You may say I lack the tools. To make this van look cool. But if you stopped dreaming in high school, How you gonna make it Hyrule? (Wat) I am sure that you get a thrill. On flat land you can kill. But when we make it to the downhill. I will murder you in neutral. (Biiiiitch) Jamming in the van with Kesha and Chopin You can fit em’ both in that six-track, man. The other cars, looking round, they don’t understand How I’m blaring out my speakers like (Blam Blam Van) Yeah, we can play stop light, if you’re ok with no sight. You’re behind my might. (I tell you to take flight) Just give me a second - hold up - maybe another, Cause it takes me some time to peel the rubber. You’re in the killa zone, hang around my engine where the mice roam. You can tell by my swagger I spend all my nights alone. You may say that my car lacks originality, But I know the girls like me for personality. When your changing clothes for your bike ride. Most people go to the bathroom to hide. But if you see me parked on the roadside, There’s a 20% chance that I’m naked inside. I’m the third biggest passenger car out there (Wazup?) That means statistically you suck (Buckle Up) If you drive a sedan, I’m sorry you’re out of luck Cause I don’t give a fuck (Unless you drive a truck) Or if you’re messing with me, you better have an SUV Cause I will chase you down like the Kenyan track team. Just don’t edge right, cause my tires will explode Cause I’m not really meant to go off-road. RISE UP, Van-Nation, If you think you can hear my pulsation I hope that you are taking good notation, 11 years running and no amortization. I said RISE UP, Van-Nation If you think you can feel any vibration Any time, any place, any location We can always find each other at the gas station.