In my white tee and my stunna shades,
I could party for a hundred days
Ladidadi we like to party,
Body to Body, everybody (c’mon!)
Private school girls are oh so ironic
Only discussing topics regarding their Grades and college
Wont be an alcoholic, in middle school they Promised
Gosh what will my Mom think, crossed by guilty conscious
A little peer pressure and now they drinking five sips
Off of the shots of vodka ciroca and Gin n Tonic
The results are shocking, as they’re living for the moment
And regretting it in Vomit with the sniffles and a sinus
The Bros are in their lax pennies on that beer pong shit,
So much bromance you woulda sworn that they were hobbits
Seducing some blonde chicks into prom sex,
The sober kid stands with his hands in his pocket
The ravers are bumping and humping inside a moshpit,
A couple cutty kids are making out in the closet
The stoners smoking Chronic, getting higher than a comet (catapolonit)
Lamping on the couch & Laughing at all of it
Sitting a top a hill, content within the silence,
Watching the San Francisco skyline and horizon,
A cipher forms around me and I start freestyling,
And everybody’s drunk so everybody’s rhyming
Feeling like yoda, sipping on Cobras
And if the cops ask this an energy soda,
Cracking jokes laughing I’m, walking past the jagged lines,
Baked like an apple pie higher than a sattelite
Draining the pressure put on by the school system,
A students to whores and heroes turn to villains,
And wake up post hook up saying akward turtle,
Boc choy at 4 am, my habits are nocturnal
Hungover Sundays, filled with secrets & regret,
I’m never doing this again, at least till next weekend,
Breaking ethical codes, as the chemicals flow
don't get arrested by po cuz I'm welcoming yooo to the
Prolific Mexico City rapper SPEAK ponders the self-isolated age on a booming EP, recorded live in his kitchen during quarantine. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 24, 2020
