Just regular stuff I come across in the course of my regular day, occasionally made to not look regular...from in and around a small Greek village on the western coast of Florida.
he’s blocking the door, I don’t know what to do
I need some hot stuff, baby; tonight!
sometimes I ride escalators
hell’s bells I’m going to be late
break every rule
1760
let’s just kiss and get it over with
the picture you see is no portrait of me
that’s the thing about us, the thing that makes us special
but I don’t want to sit on the other benches, I want to sit on this one
from gulf to bay
La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother nobody; we’re
Just some men that’s on the mic
And when we rock upon the mic we rock the mic RIGHT