It's All About the Washingtons
It's All About the Washingtons
May 29, 2009
Now... what you wanna do?
Wanna be a reader? floor sweeper?
Teacher -- who be snappin' shots with the camera.
On the ground lookin' out at the sand lot.
Tryin' to get my rhymes to your inbox.
Living at the PC, writin' code to the AM 3.
Spaghetti, fettucini, and garlic,
Growin' bulbs in the pots,
Gotta spice up the sauce 'cause my crew likes it plenty hot.
So don't knock me for growin' my own shit,
Seven different types in the south grow pit.
Ain't nobody's hero, just a chill geek nerd,
On your hot summer day, that's my word
Spinnin' and winnin' on fat tire spokes,
Buy a new rim 'cause that Volvo got me way too close.
Its all about the Washingtons, what?
I get a thirty pound bag of computer shit
Gloves on my hands to make the ride feel quick.
And fly down Burnside on a pair of rims,
Fuck the Sims,
It's Comp Sci for LIFE!
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