The Cool Kids - Dinner Time lyrics
[The Cool Kids - Dinner Time lyrics]
What up niggas
How ya'll? It's Mikey, the villain
I'm still writin' rhymes but
Besides that I'm chillin
I'm just posted in the drivin seat
Of a car in the plane
That's flyin by and I need a guy
To come and pilot me because
I'm still in my lane. I'm drivin and
The tires beat buried under the frame
They rollin' I'm a do the same
I gotta keep goin man
I'm on a top tank in a
Tank top. Top billing. Can't stop
Watchin them's like watchin paint dry in
A room that can't dry
Cause it's water drip droppin from
The floor to the ceiling
So, to watch they're show, I'm a have to get a boat
It's people tryna switch ships
But my ship's full
Homie and I know wool
So if you try to put it
Over my eyes and pull
I can't have that. I learned
That from drivin school
We walk around with our hands in our pockets
Then we rock boxes like
Three guys from Hollis
And if you got hands then put 'em up
Wave 'em around like you just
Don't give a fuck
Yeah, big fish in a small pot
Pam spray oil. Pan fry, bake, broil
Grill it if you feel it
I'll deliver if you tippin'
Get it
Got it, great. Great job. Wrong business
Paper towel wrappers. Aluminum foil packages
On the corner of the shelf to
The left of the cabinets
Made me a sandwich. Poured me
A glass of this
Spelled out CHUCK with
The refrigerator magnets
If it's gon' land on it. Put
A bit of cash on it
Then I'm gon' stand on it
Probably fly a flag on it
Hands high if you feelin this shit right
Right by the book. Two boys on the hook
We walk around with our hands in our pockets
Then we rock boxes like
Three guys from Hollis
And if you got hands then put 'em up
Wave 'em around like you just
Don't give a fuck
How ya'll? It's Mikey, the villain
I'm still writin' rhymes but
Besides that I'm chillin
I'm just posted in the drivin seat
Of a car in the plane
That's flyin by and I need a guy
To come and pilot me because
I'm still in my lane. I'm drivin and
The tires beat buried under the frame
They rollin' I'm a do the same
I gotta keep goin man
I'm on a top tank in a
Tank top. Top billing. Can't stop
Watchin them's like watchin paint dry in
A room that can't dry
Cause it's water drip droppin from
The floor to the ceiling
So, to watch they're show, I'm a have to get a boat
It's people tryna switch ships
But my ship's full
Homie and I know wool
So if you try to put it
Over my eyes and pull
I can't have that. I learned
That from drivin school
We walk around with our hands in our pockets
Then we rock boxes like
Three guys from Hollis
And if you got hands then put 'em up
Wave 'em around like you just
Don't give a fuck
Yeah, big fish in a small pot
Pam spray oil. Pan fry, bake, broil
Grill it if you feel it
I'll deliver if you tippin'
Get it
Got it, great. Great job. Wrong business
Paper towel wrappers. Aluminum foil packages
On the corner of the shelf to
The left of the cabinets
Made me a sandwich. Poured me
A glass of this
Spelled out CHUCK with
The refrigerator magnets
If it's gon' land on it. Put
A bit of cash on it
Then I'm gon' stand on it
Probably fly a flag on it
Hands high if you feelin this shit right
Right by the book. Two boys on the hook
We walk around with our hands in our pockets
Then we rock boxes like
Three guys from Hollis
And if you got hands then put 'em up
Wave 'em around like you just
Don't give a fuck