Buck 65 - Bush Pilot lyrics
[Buck 65 - Bush Pilot lyrics]
We should take a break from
The computers and programs
And swing it back to my place
For hooters and slow jams
For once i'm the type of guy who'll
Surprise you with a cool disguise
And act out fantasies with
Dialogue and school supplies
South American tough nuts to crack
Open, but I'm determined, slim chance
To make it past the
German implants and you-know-whats
Private parts, i'm hoping that you do go
Nuts and push while it
Happens baby, 'cause I'm the bush pilot
Be the one to tell your friends
That you blew the stallion
Wearing nothing but my zulu medalion
And then maybe a pineapple sliced wedge
Between the labia and clitoris
Gave her a taste of the
Bitteress flavor in purple rain
Blues and the red whites
Me and you can spend nights
Alone in the dark while I'm starin'
At your headlights and highbeams
In my dreams with city streets and crosswalks
Pedestrian traffic
And my finger in the saucebox
Graphic with lost socks and underwear
A thousand kinds of Calvin Kleins
I caught you in the backroom
With attachments for the vacuum
The syncronized swim team and punk rockers
Anorexic runway models with shrunk knockers
And all of them, with wide legs
The fried eggs and honey mustard
I'm eatin' out instead of buying
Groceries 'til the money's busted
'Cause, I don't care, snackin'
On your muffin, chewin' one more time
Like nothin' doin'
It feels hot where the sun don't shine
The way I blew your mind
You are not prepared to handle facts
In my command performance while I'm
Drippin' melted candle wax
Inside the beaver
Got you open like a wide receiver
I like the way she licks behind
The back when she's sixty-ninin'
The computers and programs
And swing it back to my place
For hooters and slow jams
For once i'm the type of guy who'll
Surprise you with a cool disguise
And act out fantasies with
Dialogue and school supplies
South American tough nuts to crack
Open, but I'm determined, slim chance
To make it past the
German implants and you-know-whats
Private parts, i'm hoping that you do go
Nuts and push while it
Happens baby, 'cause I'm the bush pilot
Be the one to tell your friends
That you blew the stallion
Wearing nothing but my zulu medalion
And then maybe a pineapple sliced wedge
Between the labia and clitoris
Gave her a taste of the
Bitteress flavor in purple rain
Blues and the red whites
Me and you can spend nights
Alone in the dark while I'm starin'
At your headlights and highbeams
In my dreams with city streets and crosswalks
Pedestrian traffic
And my finger in the saucebox
Graphic with lost socks and underwear
A thousand kinds of Calvin Kleins
I caught you in the backroom
With attachments for the vacuum
The syncronized swim team and punk rockers
Anorexic runway models with shrunk knockers
And all of them, with wide legs
The fried eggs and honey mustard
I'm eatin' out instead of buying
Groceries 'til the money's busted
'Cause, I don't care, snackin'
On your muffin, chewin' one more time
Like nothin' doin'
It feels hot where the sun don't shine
The way I blew your mind
You are not prepared to handle facts
In my command performance while I'm
Drippin' melted candle wax
Inside the beaver
Got you open like a wide receiver
I like the way she licks behind
The back when she's sixty-ninin'