Slacks - BANANA

Unh

 

Vibe to it, groove to it

I wanted people to dance, you know?

It's kinda shiny, right?

Kinda yellow and bright

Okay look

 

I'm a little too old to be bragging on my dick

Looking like a prick, with my OF hat backwards

OF jacket, man, I'm feeling like a bastard

Rocking slacks with it, damn, I'm fully outfitted

Now I'm walking out with it, got these bitches outwitted

Distracted, they can't help but notice

And everything I do is a magnum opus

This flow apocalypse like a swarm of locusts

 

And I'm not saying that I'm entirely good

And I'm not saying that I'm entirely bad

I just wanna hit the middle, that sweet-spot a little, girl

You need some better riddles, I've been figuring it out

This world's too small for a universal doubt

Is that a double entendre?

I double-dog dare you to fog the area

With your paraphernalia, oh shit, it spilt all on my genitalia

Better grab some napkins before the popo nail ya

They don't need a scale to know weight in the air

I'd love to share but you don't wanna get impaired

Get home safe now, I triple-dog dare ya

You know I care, yeah

(I do, I do, I care)

I care, yeah

I care, yeah

Big banana blunt with the sun on my chair, yeah

 

Yo what the fuck am I on man?

Talking all this shit like a con-man

I'm way too motherfucking gone, man

I better take my time and say an amen

(x2)

 

Aw man, aw man, I'm feeling like Midas

Everything's golden but it's kinda one-sided

I better get humble, like a kick in the privates

Before I stumble on top of Flowseidon's trident

He keeps me afloat boy, that hot-head Aries

And I'm Gemini, so the air don't scare me

It's a dangerous mix, like water and earth

Mud sludges and sticks, to display our worth

We are but humans, mistakes are inevitable

But the stakes are high, some would say incredible

FDA testable, they said it's inedible

And you can put that shit, on my left fucking testicle

I think in due time, we'll find we're real flexible

But as of right now, we fine with impressionable

Sections of our weapons keep ringing with the decibels

Because all of our conventions are easily contestable

 

And I'm not saying that we're entirely good

And I'm not saying that we're entirely bad

We just gotta hit the middle, that sweet-spot a little, world

We need some better riddles, I've been figuring it out

This world's too small for a universal doubt

Is that a double entendre?

I double-dog dare you to fog the area

With your paraphernalia, oh shit, it spilt all on my genitalia

Better grab some napkins before the popo nail ya