Desi Shoegaze Taiko

Lyrics

[Intro] Ah, I need to burn more... [Verse 1] Back in the day when pagers was the rage Aqua see-through, I was pagin' all the babes It must've been like 1995 They rocked the door knockers, lookin' mighty fine At the 143, my code 76 I was dreamin' and schemin' on gettin' rich Because Renee used his code 2 When Cheeks ran up to Saint Luke's Ayo, music gets me high Before the days of email and press reply Down like that, brown like that Who you know make a sound like that? I was with Mike when the towers came down Now we make the powerful sounds I used to do the powder in pounds Now I'm all grown up, showerin' now I smell like money Aha, my money smell funny Aha-ha-hee-hee Yo, I keep it one hundred My folks had the candy shop on Queens Boulevard Same as back then, the people gotta hustle hard Moms said bogeys used to cost a buck fifty Now they cost enough to cost a dude a buck fifty You ain't 'bout that life, you ain't even gotta worry though New York native, always in a hurry, yo Burnin' loosies in my whip, my vision kinda blurry, yo I'm riding on that DQ with Hot 9 on my stereo Remember when the other kids in Queens called me Gandhi Shivani watchin' MTV, Madonna and some Blondie Lie down watchin' Shandi, lookin' cool as Fonzie I was watchin' [?] tryna get up on that Dondi Fab 5 Freddy and the Rocksteady Crew And Cold Crush Brothers, only '92 I was only seven tryna ride my bike with cousins Used to talk 'bout whips, now my cousins all stuntin' Rock the flyest shit 'cause it never cost me nothin' And these other weirdo rappers ain't weird, nah, they frontin' Now lemme show you somethin' [Interlude] Mike Finito [Verse 2] Bad with expressions, child of immigrants They say I'm white, invisible melanin Melanoma, Medellin, melatonin, acetylene Down and out, everything, many things better than Money things, plenty things, many things, venison Jameson, Hennessy, I kick it like soccer Swingin' like tennis, shit make you feel proper Dick ya real proper Shannen Doherty, Pete Doherty, cute shorty in Prada She think I got paper, she don't know that I got nada Amway, ShamWow, Man Ray, Dada Guap from her pop, yeah, she get it from her father Mary Kate, Avon, avant-Akon Akron, Magnums, action, shake on Steaks on plates on tables of mahogany Ebony, ivory, everyone be jockin' me They wanna be my friend again And again at Bennigan's, and then again It's just limerick shenanigans Lampin' on a couch at Raymour and Flanigan Ethan Allen, Ethan Hawke, Ethan Coen, Joel too I be in bodegas, I don't go to Whole Foods