Ricky

Lyrics

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Won't you stop the car? Something funny, if I ain't crazy Caught the tree on fire In a shot, like a Double Wasp I'm so alive, oh my god I feel them headlights Mm, it's getting hot Did I turn 'em on? I crouch It's some hunk in his backseat now He's undressing He lifts his jersey It's Ricky, Ricky, the football star's son Undone inside his car He doesn't know I'm watching I will turn away soon as his shoulder pad's unlaced Just like that Ricky's my friend His dad is a dick 'Cause he makes him play football When he'd rather play baseball or basketball Or maybe something that's on his gamе console I text him, "Do you wanna play ball at the fiеld down the street?" He texts me, "Yeah, I can swing it," and "When should we meet?" I say, "Right now. You bring the bat, you bring the balls. I know you got a ton" To the field I run And wait for him to turn the corner of the school I swing so hard it spins me around I throw the bat down to the ground I run so fast like I said I could He sprints and trips with a dusty thud Na na-na-na na na, I'm not all talk, no Haa ha ha ha ha ha, eat chalk Slide into home plate, still he chases, "Cheater, cheater," I shout He squeezes me and says "I got sand in my fucking mouth" Mmm, you can spit in my eye, yeah Ya-ho, let's go, slick slugger And try the street now Run me down K-I-S-S M-E please On the piss-sop treetop, it's easy Said B-L-O-W M-E You don't have to spell it out, I'm here, baby Hey Rick! Look, I'm on fire You catch me every time Screw pappy, screw your car (Said, oh my god) Slick-Dicky's shooting far (You're my stripe and star) And they're all locker room rush stories Do most what your cocky little cod piece could And yeah, I wonder what you are When I suck, you star (Ricky, Rick, my stripe and Star) You're my favorite star, why are you so far, far away? (Ricky, number 51) You're a shiny star, you're a shooter, Ricky You're the Lone Star (It's Ricky, Ricky, the Lone Star) You're my favorite star, why are you so far away, huh? Ricky, Ricky