It's called m-i-k-e on the m-i-c.
I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the red lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter
I never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this but you've never been this see
If I ate spinach then I'd be called spinach d
I she'd light like cats she'd fur
Ride around town like raymond burr
I'm so high that they call me your highness
If you don't know me then pardon my shyness
I live in the village wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
It's a trip it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it
Here's another one for y'all to peep It's called m-i-k-e on the m-i-c. I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle I laid the bait and then she took the tackle Had too much to drink at the red lobster Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter I never met a girl that was too finicky If the press has their way then they're going to finish me You might know this but you've never been this see If I ate spinach then I'd be called spinach d I she'd light like cats she'd fur Ride around town like raymond burr I'm so high that they call me your highness If you don't know me then pardon my shyness I live in the village wherever I go I walk to I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it It's a trip it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it Explain Request ×
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