[Intro]
She Skype me just to tell me about places she'd rather be
FaceTime me just to tell me bout places she'd rather be
Oovoo me just to tell me bout places she'd rather be
She do me then she tell me about places she'd rather be
[Verse 1]
Favela, Heard the beach is wetter
Keep a wet-suit if the p**y keep smelling like cheddar
Sunny summer days, the feeling couldn't be much better
I ain't a pro at mixing yet but his beat tough as leather
She know I don't got Pro Tools, but vocal like the pros do
We put the bread aside and pay dues when we supposed to
Places I'd rather be until visions match my bi-focals
Far-sighted, and no where near where I'm supposed to be
When Carmack got this, he said, "woah dude.."
Flow so cold you tried to battle me and left with no shoes
Left my hood tip toeing in my Jordan's like the snow glue
You focused on my movements, but you don't know what your hoe do
Never on topic like an old dude, but pimp the game so smooth
When I wake up my locs stand and I look like I'm Goku
Take a piss first, It's better than what them folks do
Relax a bit, dropping laxatives in ice cream socials
[Intro]