Alan Lightner - CBGB's lyrics

[Posdnuos] Beach boy bonanza, sunrise, get up Surfin' on a curb from inception of a set-up Planet in black granite, halos above it The autopsy can't top me, beloved Dissect survival, pa**ed on a whisper Placed on the mother who shunned, now it's the Boys who shot joy inside the violent (Hell from New York) with a mars inside it [Dave] This is for the bottom of the deck (yo, who got squad?) They call us the the little goat cheese (let's get the engine, baby) I rev it like Run, the squint in the sun I bet you bottom dollar I get louder than a bomb A pH balance, son, I walk the phenom Like typo, might go, dope in the stash [Posdnuous] Crooked counterfeits (we keep it straight cash) Crooked counterfeits (keep it straight cash) Crooked counterfeits (keep it straight cash) Crooked counterfeits (straight cash) (Cash, cash) You're a peanut with a cashew