Pizza Party Boy - Eastern

My grandpa was a pilot
Wish I knew him better but he died
When I was four or five
In Vermont he built a house
Near where he lived we have a cottage
Anything you want girl I got it
In fact it's perfect timing
I'll take you to a drive-in
In my Subaru '05
It's the car I learned to drive in
200k miles on the meter but you know I still drive it

Know she wanna cop a feel
I'm like David Copperfield
I make myself disappear
Whenever I leave there be tears
I print my own fucking dough
I might just grow my own dope
Just need a light it'd be sweet
For now I'm growing that dope in my sleep

I remember as a kid I couldn't stop creating
Nothings changed, I'm the same, don't matter you hating
Got in trouble couple times, I was not behavin
No matter how long it takes, I will still be patient

My parents are baby boomers
The men on my mom's side are late bloomers
And I'm no exception, I'm bloomin
I'm an exceptional human
Know you're dealing with the realest shit when you see me
No phony advertising, this ain't no as seen on TV
Smash, Like a pinata
Don't got a crew, got a whole armada
Got so much wind at my back
That I could win a regatta
But I don't wanna
I'd rather go make some pasta
Sleep in the bed that I lofted
Never be tossin
Leavin that shit to the salad
I'm smoking the marijuana

On the spot yeah I only drive stick shift
I'm so hot cause I got so much friction
Classic masshole yeah my middle finger twitchin
Unique you can't put me in a hole for a pigeon

Turn signal on I'm switchin
Wont follow no religion
Talking shit you need some Listerine for swishin
Yeah the beat is bitchin
No receipt I'm mixin
You know when I start something I don't give in I finish it

Written by:
Eric Watterson

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