Former Fat Boys - Imaginate lyrics
in the club in Champaign they saying Garbe you hot They like me they can't wait for my album to drop i won't stop, RaCheer Records don't release no flops Like pearl necklace, girl i'm coming up top and the crowd goes silent when S hits the room i look good motherf**er i'm hot like June Kaboom, nothing to lose, hit the saloon Been drinking hardcore at the bar since half past noon See this is my life, to live till i'm dead My dream's to make it to 25 with some hair on my head Hate looking in the mirror after i get dressed f**in almost washboard abs ruined by washboard chest I'm deep there's always mail in my mailbox I rep third grade so all my jokes is knock knocks Got villains scared like an alligator that tick tocks tip top shape, like Mike Tyson on the punch out box Hit that's what this is, i never kid Takin off my careers never gonna skid was fatboy as a kid, got Underoos under the lid f** my ego, this one is for my id Cuz in my imagination Cuz in my dreams I'm a lot of people I'm a lot of things When i'm your arms When i'm up on floor I don't need to imagine no more i'm single with 1 more year of college I'm out to get laid But part of me's hoping my heart'll get in the way And she's 5 foot 3 hair brown eyes green With the cutest f**ing a** that a boys ever seen and i'm thinking as I'm winking that there's got to be catch but I'm caught I want a deposit i think i wanna invest In her thighs, inside, i wanna look into her her eyes And when its all done i wanna hold her through the night And my defenses were built tough like i was a tonka but she's blowing through like a tsunami and I'm Sri Lanka but come naw, Colin Powell, i need aid or i'll drown Cuz she's sweeping me away, i may never be found Cuz every guy that walks past, i wanna kick his a** Relax, $ucks**, sit back, don't overreact And i noticed i stopped checking when some trim rolls past Just tip my hat, someone's got my heart, imagine that I like fake b**bs now cuz i'm in love with my girl She took be by surprise and now i'm takin on the world And i won't stop till i'm crowned the first king of the moon insane like Fudge, mad props out to Judy Blume Assume and a**umpt, your an a** and a clown the truth ain't hard to find you don't need no Encyclopedia Brown Insane as it sounds, like houses built upside down, headed to the Grammy's to drop trow for the crowd And as they out loud f**ing snicker and giggle I won't care a bit, not even a little Cuz my egos not brittle, go ahead and belittle, DJ hit the fiddle and lets all Piggle wiggle