Just another frustrated Saturday, banging out at the house
Trying to make something out of nothing
Can you tell me how, I feel so down and out
I feel like every cloud makes its way to every crowd I’m in
I was dying for a minute, now I’m climbing towards the finish 
I’ve been watching people get it, and I’m losing my religion
Got me sitting on the bench, coach, can I just pinch-hit it?
You know what, just forget it, I don’t need
No coach, no team, no scheme, no limit
Master P, gold plated tank, rolling through your city
We be smelling like dank when we rolling through your city
I’ll be yelling out, “Skanks!” when I see em in your city
I’m from Beantown where the girls are pretty but they’re so cold
You’ll catch em in the summer time rocking peacoats
And you can’t even holler at em unless you got dough 
Why is everybody in the club such an asshole?

La di la da di, we like to party, dancing with Miley
Getting high, getting high
Backseat of my 3, you, your friends and me, yea we rolling deep
Friday night, Friday night
Cause nobody puts their hands up higher than we do
Yea nobody rocks a party any better than us

College girls slagging round town, slagging round town
Bro always wanna bro down, nothing new now
1 or 2 yager shots pound a naraganssett
til the ginger in the corner turns into Scarlett Johansen
I’ll be dancing all night, all night
Looking for the people feeling alright, alright
Yea they my type
I’m not concerned with your figure
Whether you like Nas or Jigga
You wear denim, or rock leather, or all white
It’s all the same to me, it’s such a shame to see
All these beautiful people they’re so ashamed to be
Who they wake up in the morning to, go to work, go to school
All running from something that we know we should be running to
So run the track, don’t let the track run you
Then play it back and let the hook peak through
I live for bass and the treble, just like Kid Rock I’m a rebel
Without a cause, I go Gaga for the fucking applause

Cause nobody puts their hands up higher than we do
Yea nobody rocks a party any better than us
Cause nobody moves a crowd any harder than we do
Yea nobody stands together any taller than us

La di la da di, we like to party, dancing with Miley
Getting high, getting high
Backseat of my 3, you, your friends and me, yea we rolling deep
Friday night, Friday night

Evie Math on the track like whoa
You can’t fuck with the new school flow	
Everybody wanna pop molly til they’re jolly where are my ho, ho, hoes?
Beastmode, B.O.B I beast on Skrillex beats 
I’m East Coast
Get ya polar fleece cuz the flow so cold. 

Miley, What's Good?

I got bills to pay so for now just picture chains around my neck. 
R&B/Soul/Hip-Hop 
Boston, MA

Evie Math

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