Super Bobby - Maraka (feat. Matt Nowlin & Lew Bruno) Lyrics

Sneak up on that beat
Sneak up in my sheets
Gleak on your feet then I leave on my beak
I mean bike bring heat from my beak
No hands when I ride that bike in the streets
Fleece when it's freezin, the sheik of the region
You can see my cheeks when I breath in
Seathin' for no reason, Supa?
Wanna meet him?
Check the Four Seasons
Super Bobby OH NO
The rap Rivers Cuomo
Who meditate, Tai Chi in the Dojo
Make you go pogo, up and down slo-mo
See me from the back of the track, LoLo
Sicker than Flo-Nase
The covert mofo rockin' ProKeds
Scuffed up from the MoPed
Come over hog the whole bed
I mean, I go slow in that old red
Chevy, Nova, I painted it
Keep my old clothes in the basement
I blaze on occasion
Dog stays in the crate when I'm grazing
On your lady parts
Call me from the audit
I'm wearing Gaudí pants, DOGGY PANTS!

I got the doggy pant style
You know me I put the Rot in the Weiler
My man Lew about to take it to the island!

UH, Hawaiian shirt neon light up in the lobby
I feel like creepin' and it's trapped inside my body
The big hoochie ball in the middle of the palace
Roast duck served on a crisp bed of lettuce
Back dad brake pads low fat stake ass
Sell it by the pound from Jamaica to Trinidad
Ridin' in my miracle whip
You can't press forward and you can't press skip
Tape deck broken since I went to the Cape
Sand on the seats son, burn on the legs
Street singin' and ringing bells
Moon walks the board walk for a couple bills
Pastel houses, pastel spouses
And leave through the back when she button up her blouses
Then the player hatin' beach bum play me like a hand drum
Sold me to the Sheriff said his marriage was hollow as a sea shell
And there's a crawl daddy sleeping with Madam Bell
Then he cooked me, took me to the county line
Say goodbye to the panty line
Don't come back unless you looking for a place to die
So she and I, hey, we weren't meant to be
(It's no problem)

I am the sun I am the moon I am the hour glass
I am the time I am the day I am the hours past
I am the showers cast down from the past frost
I am the clouds look now I don't last long
In my last song I was carrying on about
Christmas floats, now Christmas is gone so
Winter coats you can leave them in the closet
This a spring song, and ya gonna love it
Doesn't last long like a Johnny Cash song
Like a spring ephemeral it's fast gone
Latch on to the beat like a burr on a dog's fur
Move your feet make you purr make your gears work
I'm a make your ears hurt, I'm a make your legs hurt
I'm a make you share shirts, I'm a make you wear dirt
I'm a battle ship on the sea, can't pass me
I am a shadow cast down from the past me