Me and Slater just hit a curb,
Bunny hop, zoning out, listening to N.E.R.D,
Made a couple thousands turds spitting written verbs,

%#@!, now I kick it in the 'burbs

Me? I'm from the slums, ^!$$%s who pushing tons

Tons of drugs, Foul flow dirty mouth like kissing bums
Momma done made her one, a witty son
With no respect for women so-so, show me your !@%$ hun

"You eighteen?", Me? I'm twenty something
Okay I'm twenty, but I'm soon to be twenty-one
I wild out at shows, break %#@! it should be fun

Venues are like #~!!@ with me, "Should he###?"
I'mma wax that like the chapstick in my backpack, for my black lips
Then dip to Europe and come back with a stack of cheese

A stack of cheese for these rats, Mac and Cheese
New Preme %#@! got me feeling flyer than a bag of bees
$#&@ critics, (How's your dick?), "%#@!, How's your knees?"

Y'all on my dick more than my index when I take a pee
Came up with "Rella", ain't touch a bag of weed
%#@! was doper than, Whitney Houston's needs

Golf Wang, that's the team to be, "Aye!", getting TU, OF NB
We was missing Sweatshirt like, where's the hooded sleeve
Okay, nevermind, we found him


Guess I win, checks started cashing in,
I stopped rapping and started asking "Where my $#&@ing passion is?",

Probably where that !@$)got went (Who?), Tyler talking father problems,
Shocky %#@! he spit to popping topics in a gossip column,
I ain't ask for this, I did it out of boredom,

Thought that roach was cool, he died and pushed me into stardom,
Now Ye's PJ sippin leche, Chips Ahoy! boy, listening to Cowboy,
Aye boy, land in Melbourne and skate to Fitzroy (Aye! ),

AUS was AWES, I enjoyed, boy, y'all ^!$$%s played as a tot's toy,
Have a good day as I annoy, oi.


Cameras with panorama's views
My shoes have seen more vans than Mexicanas with crackers in Alabama
G-O-to the-L-F, this O-F, I open a store so I don't stress

But ^!$$% I, (What?), mosh in gardens, jazz punk %#@!
Playing chords, making up %#@!, pardon my Dolly Parton's
And I keep sharting, hoodies with rectangles and different colors

!@^%s think I started kindergarten

My (*##$ was on my handle bars

(I just wanna ride my bike)
Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My (*##$ was on my handle bars

Hair blowing in the wind
Her freckles look like candy bars
Hair blowing in the wind


My (*##$ was on my handle bars
(I just wanna ride my bike)

Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater
My (*##$ was on my handle bars
Hair blowing in the wind

Her freckles look like candy bars
My cool summer never ends


Slater, Slater, Slater, Slater



Oh my god... I guess you're a cool guy
You're talking to a $#&@ing bike, loser
(Haha)

Oh... $#&@.