Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ginkabiloba, artist - The Koreatown Oddity.
Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ginkabiloba |
I’m sitting alone in a room of memories |
The walls drop out before me |
A large closet filled with giant records appears |
My clothes of childhood drape over them |
I look at them, I look at myself |
Yeah, when I was eating honey barbeque wings from the Colonel |
I’m picking Michaelangelo, playing Ninja Turtles |
And action video games or action figures |
Two pairs of nunchucks, y’all niggas don’t want none |
stepped up, we made him regret it |
Leave 'em running with their tails tucked back to the shredder |
The game fucked up we oughta reset it |
Oh, the game’s fucked up, we gotta reset it. |
Wait, lemme see. |
Probably just got |
a bunch of dust in it. |
Y’all put any alcohol in this earlier? |
Let’s pop it back |
in. It’s probably going to be cool. |
Oh, look at that |
Now, I gotta start all over from the beginning |
Instead I’m headed to the liquor store to get me some chips |
Walk inside and I seen all the kids |
Gathered around the machine playing Street Fighter |
A bunch of quarters stacked up on the screen |
In a row, just to show how many people got next |
As soon as someone finally get a chance |
The kid advanced on the sticks and quickly whip their ass |
I laugh, head back to the pad, bag of Cool Ranch and Watermelon Gatorade |
My mom tied a yellow-green red shoelace around my head yesterday |
Pulled out the clippers and gave me a fade |
Just seen a friend who moved the Minnesota |
Always watching Star Trek when I came over |
Always had the same haircut as LeVar Burton |
When he introduced us to books on Reading Rainbow |
Everybody come to my crib tonight to watch the Tyson fight for free |
'Cause I’m stealing cable |
The kid next door hit me in the face with a rock |
At the tilt, my mom wiped my face off with a cloth |
She said, «Go outside and do something about it» |
I grabbed my little skateboard and smacked the shit out him |
They ran louder every hour, listening to Death Certificate skits |
Robin Lynch, James Brown radio mix stuck in the deck |
Hop fences, shoot on courts with hoops and no nets |
A couple garter snakes around the neck as pets, WWF |
That’s leg locks, and off-the-top rope-red box |
You big dummy Lamont, you got quotes, get copped |
My pop’s game, so obviously |
Had an older sister lived across the street |
Ironically, we where we first meet |
He graduated from Skywalk University |