Tacoma

ford tacoma with the pick up tray

golden goose’s they be tailor made

wear my trucker as a counterweight

off the perc’s - you know they be blue jays

yoe i don’t trust a run away

watch my six when i’m in the states

love them blues - till I fade away

off the perc’s -i’m a waste of space

did a 100 russian crunches

on this shit - just to feel the pain

bœ is getting is cut up

he like gambit - throwing dice and aces

heritage is vague

and my bæ she be from foreign places

f the foreign - only drive commodores and ford rangers

bae she be a Buddhist

imma catholic

and my kid is Jewish

shit it gonna slap so hard

Like cookies made from martha stewart

i put down on some thick shit

then i’m gonna hit them licks

bae she got that body

and you know it be that hourglass ish

father, son and the holy purple fizzy sprite

moving like I’m hoggle - in the labyrinth on that magic night

spirit got lost in the cloud of that fetty high

hit it on the subway - used to be that really skinny guy

just love them blues - and i can’t - don’t ask me why

now i wear my jeans -like a aye aye normal guy

drive this truck like aye normal guy

wear this golden goose like f’n ass normal guy

ford tacoma with the pick up tray

golden goose’s they be tailor made

wear my trucker as a counterweight

off the perc’s - you know they be blue jays