Lyrics Bikini - Rob Sonic

Bikini

Son what you in for?
Marking up the gym floor?
Parking in the loading dock with broken locks pitch forks?
(Nah) This Wind storm face mask taken from the Woolworth’s
Aisle fiving pile drived and idolizing Kool Herc
School shirt mascot boosted from the good will
Tuning up the medicine with spoon fulls of bush mills, as
Groups in the foot hills gather at the sheriffs house
Swearing it’s American to bare and grin and air him out
That ferris wheel loopholed boot soul hammer toe
I’m gutted from that fuck shit and the duck lip on the camera phone
Stand alone peace train bars in the pillow case
Full metal jacket got the latches on the widow make
I’m still awake blood shot slurry from the spinal tap
Vixens in the six inch want to turn me to a spirograph
Simulcast in HD maybe all the chimney smoke
Will let them know you hate me and there’s late fees on the video
Hollywood square biz, listen man they’ll cut your throat
Cruising for a bruising and confusing it with bumper boats
Hunger mode chicken scratch ashes on the second rail
The 3rd one’s for the your highness that is tired of his bed of nails
Heads or tails either way we can play sudden death
Send it in for review and to renew all the love that’s left
Budget for the winter months nip and tuck happy meals
Or we can take our chances on the canvas of the battle fields
Chours X2
My whip got a girl in bikini on it
My crib got bikini wit no girl in it
My life not easy waste no time talking
So I like mines freaky like no speed limit
When Momma didn’t love you right and poppa preaches eye for eye
And all your friends are lunatics that swap beliefs with diatribes
You Idolize the industry isn’t even sturdy now
Bitch about the system and start wishing you could burn it down
Word of mouth bird in hand circumstance of corner noise
To piss away the future for a new shirt and some corduroy
Sort the boys from the men and feel like some one watching me
But knowing I’m keystone in the freak show full of oddity’s
Modern chic vintage line couture on the furniture
Cabin in the Barren Pines to terrify the murderers
So work till you not hungry or get gussied up and unemployed
I’m proud to be American since money is my drug of choice
Chours X2
My whip got a girl in bikini on it
My crib got bikini wit no girl in it
My life not easy waste no time talking
So I like mines freaky like no speed limit