karats on my ear loves check Bbs is on my wrist 20 karats on my neck While you'll sliding in that little bity o6 vet Im waiting on the runway for my
who I'm is I rock big ice, you can't live how I live 10 karats on my earlobes cheek BBS is on my wrist, 20 karats on my neck While you'll sliding in
plan? Parents just don't understand Hot dogs, beach parties Checking out the superhotties Volleyball and catching rays Now it's time to hit the waves At the mall, window
LCD Soundsystem - Losing My Edge Yeah, I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge. The kids are coming up from behind. I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my
wood strip got gold, leten em boys know Ima hop out with the crease in my clothes chain on my neck, rocks up on my wrist dirt up in my piss, gotta partna
bachelor Your Secret Garden need a weeder whacker All I need is my gat and my black Cleopatra
the stars Punisher's large like the planets But if you make my dick hard like Janet Then you can ride the Squad transit Trizz Nathaniel to you, can you handle my
Of all the boys you sent away They haunt this dusty beach road In the skeleton frames of burned out Chevrolets They scream your name at night in the
be Something more than just metal Now I'm going part time with a film projectionist And she's the vinyl queen from my surfer dream She likes the Beach Boys
not good my friend On a personal, I ain't even feelin you cats Don't even acknowledge the fact that you weak raps We bust gats at, on the reg laughed at
this dough Problem, hear me out just scone from my pistol poppin' It's at my mind, just a mystery school Brainwash them, then fix them with my tools
Yeah, I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge. The kids are coming up from behind. I'm losing my edge. I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and
nasty redhead at my side Santa Ana winds blowin' hot from the north And we was born to ride Roll down the window, put down the top Crank up the Beach Boys
'int a blood like Game, see I've been havin beef I got my own bullet proof vest most of my enemies dead i got about two left untill my last breath im
be Something more than just metal Now I'm going part time With a film projectionist And she's the vinyl queen From my surfer dream She likes the beach boys