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American Idle

You can have it all, if you don't need nothing
Keep the good vibes rolling, if it helps with one's loving
It's like a whole EDM festival, coming from your mouth
Not like those turntable dudes, down in the deep south
I thought DJs had had their freestyle spinning last days
Like Catholic church priests and their unholy fucking ways
 
Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE
Then screams to three, to come on back inside
Like snatching the America's Cup, with a Ben Lexcen’s hidden keel
While in posh LA, rich food just going to the wayside
While a starving homie, just maybe, ate his last meal
 
They say, "I'm the new messiah". Thanks, I don't even try
Thanks to so few, excluding the ones, who waved me on by
I'm sort of creating, a brand new hype and buzz
Full of pure clarity, with a dash of man-made fuzz
When the beat stops, from its fast-talking pace
We all like to flop and drop that fucking bass
 
Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE
Then screams to three, to come on back inside
Like snatching the America's Cup, with a Ben Lexcen’s hidden keel
While in posh LA, rich food just going to the wayside
While a starving homie, just maybe, ate his last meal
 
A shout out, to all my southern conquistadors and homeward bound homie's
Ignore all the Los Angeles doomsayers and Hollywood snapchat phoney's
Elevator doors always be jammin' and then coming to a closure
We all like a moment, of shy mouth miming, with very little exposure
From a worldwide hit or an Aussie Whispering Jack golden classic
Never forget the sound of that crackling, black frisbee, made from nothin', but plastic
 
Licking soda-pops over a long hot summer holiday
Kissing a girl named, Katy Perry, the very next day
Licking it all up, before she shows her b-SiDE
Then screams to three, to come on back inside
Like snatching the America's Cup, with Ben Lexcen’s hidden keel
While in posh LA, rich food just going to the wayside
While a starving homie, just maybe, ate his last meal.
Fetchitnow
Written by Fetchitnow
Published | Edited 20th Oct 2019
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© Fetchitnow
17 October 2019.

Life, Music and the old times.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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