This is a tale about a man, his vision is blurried and his world is spinning fast like fan
A brand new day means a brand new problem
And all things seem to fail just before he wants to start them.
No explanation for this bullshit, brain is out of order, mouth is like a full clip
Of ordinary things that he wannna tell the world…
The man i talk about is me, the problem is a bad girl..
Yo! sheґs a foxy one and full of ginger
Abled to turn men in to mice and «battlecats» into «cringers»
It was hard to handle this shocks
When «ms. sunny island» met «mr. brompton city boondox».
It ainґt hard to tell that the way that i feel
Is like iґm trapped in a living hell.
This mamacita drives me crazy and if this situation stays that way
Iґm pushing up some motherfukkinґ daysies.
When she crosses the alley, cars crash,
And if you wistle after her you might risk a bash(ouch!)
If you ask her for a date you might catch a smile…
But she is too hot to handle so donґt even try (… donґt even try)
So what the deal mommy? haha!
Bahama mama makes me wicked in this fukkinґ game of love!
So what the deal mommy? haha!
I give you everything that iґve got.
I told her everything i did in the past,
To find out more about the girl, thatґs only made for the braz.
Valentine cards i bought her , flowers and shit.
A bunch of roses that iґd put to her door got stolen by a bunch of kids.
I tried it all but nothing seems to fit,
Until my buddy chino came to me and told me basically this: