to the beginning of the year. Vintage.
Roadtrip rap songs…
August 10, 2009 – 10:47 am
I’m like your jeans, but even tighter.
I told you I’m a lover, not a creative writer.
I’m so hip, I tweet when I hit it.
I’m so hip, I kissed a girl and didn’t at all like it.
You don’t know me, unless you get what I’ve got,
No I won’t kiss you, bitch, and certainly not in this parking lot.
You’re just a waterboy, and I’m a fucking goalie, yo
I put all your lame shit in to my portfolio
Send it off to Grad school,
I’m at the GRE, you’re still in college, fool.
See you player hater judging at me hard from the door,
Act like you remember my SAT score.
Well I’ll grill you like a flatbread panini,
I’m reading Pollan, you’re still reading McSweeneys.
