Melo

Nasty has entered the chat and the damn game Simps high and mighty while they f*ck up the mansplain Tellin you a grey pork chop is a lamb shank Ego ain't dead, please jump off the damn plank Lot of dudes search for excuses for disorderly conduct Fat with a bat, eyes locked like they John Kruk Out in public, having to deal with these butt-puppets So many dudes without tact bracing tough subjects Jamari and I hit the bar hard Sunday, 9 AM, head is a barnyard Pug scowl, three layers, one a them's Carhartt Waiting for the grill so I can go get my char on Google Street View Bumfuck Wyoming There's a lot of skills that I would like to be honing Sittin with my sausages, ready to grill Cause there's certain times in life where you be needing to chill And then you Boogie boogie... Boogie boogie Man, I'm feelin like Melo I wear my hoodie, hoodie I keep it mellow, mellow, amico bello, bello We smart like fellows don't be gettin' jealous like we Othello Ok, I cut a half an onion and start rubbin' the grates I got a setup with some buns and then a couple a' plates Assorted condiments and seasonings with reasonings and shit I guess the eating is a feeling that I really can't omit So get the charcoal lit - you on the BART, don't sit Get off at MacArthur and walk a block or six And then I got you in the backyard, holing up at Apgar But make a u-turn if you come in trying to act hard My circle small but malleable If you're being kind and know what's valuable You get the family treatment with a tug of the cheek And the next time I see you I'll give you hug of the week We can moan about the world's current state of affairs Indulge in our favorite pastime, complain about chairs Over wine and some food and we jaw 'til we drop With a good mixture of mellow and way over the top, that's how to Boogie boogie... Boogie boogie Man, I'm feelin like Melo I wear my hoodie, hoodie I keep it mellow, mellow, amico bello, bello We smart like fellows, don't be gettin' jealous like we Othello But I am not your son Step back, close-talker, gimme oxygen With no parental guidance I have lots of fun I drink and smoke alone and then go make a pasta run Sauce time, we heavy handed, hit arrabbiata TA-TA-TATA-TATA Invited a couple friends who flakier than BAKLAVA That's just fine, solitude is godly At home wearing a fitted like Fernando Rodney bruh Avoiding shipwrecks, Lusitania I need reasons to be happy like Melania Upon the discovery of cannabis in fact I became a lot less anxious and a little bit more fat And that's a tradeoff that I'll take 32 days out of 31 Q a filthy human, very nasty, yes a dirty one He also gets tired and will nod off on the couch So tuck this little memoir in your kangaroo pouch and shake it