Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summertime Skeetin, artist - Strange U. Date of issue: 23.11.2014
Song language: English
Summertime Skeetin |
| Intergalactic starship travellin through space |
| Ultra ??? |
| plastic hiding your face |
| Yo, Strange Universe smashing 'em |
| Coming to the party with your brains out the packaging |
| Party on, hand me the Evian |
| Space funk heavy like stampeding elephants |
| It’s gonna getcha |
| Laying on the stretcher |
| Observe level four super saiyan on the lever |
| Gonna pull the power up to the max |
| Had the patience of a Buddhist, now I’m up for the smash! |
| With the bang-bang boogie |
| Orangutan wookiee on the road |
| Trying to get the campervan nookie |
| Holy Moses! |
| They creep in all seizures |
| Aiming for the face like «peeing off, Skeeting! |
| High fashion, summertime sheepskin |
| Black and red agbada, beasting |
| While the beast stays slaughtering the spine |
| I’m in the lab turning water into wine |
| Intergalactic starship travellin through space |
| Ultra ??? |
| plastic hiding your face |
| Yo, yo, don’t own a Benz |
| Never had a Bentley, had a BMX once, guess I never had the envy |
| As a kid, total day-dreamer |
| Dreaming of the day I’ll become a gate-keeper |
| A paid late sleeper, living the dream |
| With a bait fake beeper and a thinking machine |
| Living in a fortress, Victor Von Doomin' it |
| Thinking to myself «What the hell I’m gonna do with it?» |
| Wayne’s world, party time, excellent! |
| Champagne and mescaline, getting it in, let’s begin! |
| Never again. |
| I woke on a moonbase |
| Looking like Harvery Dent, my nigga, Two-Face |
| Trying to recollect the previous night’s antics |
| High as a heli-jet and some premium priced Catnip |
| That’s it. |
| Ready for the detox |
| One, two, three… Smash! |
| Intergalactic starship travellin through space |
| Ultra ??? |
| plastic hiding your face |
| Hey yo, Z is chillin', Twin is chillin' |
| What more can I say? |
| We’re in the building |
| The brave, the foul ghouls mad leader |
| Getting waved up in Chalmun’s cantina |
| The bambina, arse hammer if you seen 'er |
| I seen a lot a guys lose manners tryna meet her |
| The unattainable temptress, the red dress drama! |
| The Devil wears Prada |
| You get nada, so keep dreaming |
| She puts a new severed head in the fridge each evening, — for real — |
| I know the game so I’m keeping my skull |
| Staying vigilant cause she might be a Skrull |
| Moving on, bigger fish to fry up |
| Back to terminate the main liquorice supplier |
| Billy Joel didn’t start the fire |
| But look into the eyes of the last survivor, ah! |
| But you don’t hear me, though |
| You wanna hear the funk, then here we go… |
| To all competition it’s «Cheeri-o!» |
| But you don’t hear me, though |
| Intergalactic starship travellin through space |
| Ultra ??? |
| plastic hiding your face |
| Yeah, so, I’m on Mars right about now |
| With my homeboy, Marvin, you know what I mean? |
| 'bout to paint the town red |