Down (blink-182 sample)

from Canopy by White Brian

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lyrics

Strapped a GoPro to my No-No's,
Documentary-style, But my mojo was a no-show,
Face is rojo, from solo sipping SoCo,
Throw 'em back 'til everything is slow-mo...
OH NO. It's a quarter 'til dawn.
Give me more shot and I'll be quarter 'til gone.
You're Telling it wrong: dramatical errors.
Now you're spelling it wrong: grammatical terrors.
Liven up, can't tell if your passive heart has a spark
left, or if I oughta bring it back, Jurassic Park.
Amber alert. So handsome it hurts.
My ass is so fly it's like my pants are on reverse.
Ha...not really but nobody understands me.
I'm just running my mouth, I'm not trying to win a Grammy.
I'm giving more than maximum, like I've got a fuse blown.
Here's a sample of what I want on my Tombstone:
'Here lies Brian. Does he know how dope he was?
I hope he does. I loved him for his weird phobias.'
And if you think I'm living proof that soon the world ends.
Save your breath for your inflatable girlfriends.

Time to warm it up like "Unique-New York,"
And I got less practical technique than quirks.
And my pick up lines are usually too weak to work
That's okay 'cause I prefer girls too geek to twerk
I'm shorter and more popular
While You got that Luigi flow
Dare you to try that shit again,
Moichido.
Japanesy-flow, I make it look easy though
Givin' it to you in a series, like I had my own TV Show.
Have you seen me though?!
Don't know which episodes next.
I'm just here trying to do me like it's clone sex
But gimme, gimme, gimme-gimme a record deal
Don't have any, any-any, any of that sex appeal
What's sexy? Bitches I make my own scales.
So don't try to make riches off my coattails.
Wind in my boat sails
And you're gettin' seasick
I'm running full speed
You keep up like paraplegics
...That's slowly.