Johnny Vegas
Easy peasy, eggs over easy,
Don't do mashed potatoes, pizza extra cheesy.
Give me a sub, double meat stacked,
Sriracha drizzle bring that fire right back.
Parents stressing chemistry and math,
I’m tryna disappear in an hour-long bath.
World spinning fast, yeah I feel that pull,
Growing up quick but I’m cool, I’m cool.
Pimpin' through town, yeah the pickup whining,
Windows all down, hair keeps flying.
Girls on the corner saying “Hey, what you buying?”
Didn’t even slow, nah, just kept on driving.
Got my favorite riding shotgun close,
Ball in her mouth, yeah she loves the coast.
Lil bro in the back got the speakers thumping,
Kicking my seat—yo my man, chill with the fist bumping.
Eyes shine bright like New York nights,
Money shirt popping, fit just right.
All I need now is a shorty in sight,
Hello new world—yeah this kid's dynamite.
Packing up my game, heading off to college,
Past all the drama, head full of knowledge.
Florida State in sight—call me Nostradamus,
Meal plan dreams of pickles and foot-long pastramis.
College town, yeah I gotta see it,
Fake beef everywhere, they barely mean it.
No more Naples, no offshore reef,
Feeling stacked and jacked, with abs and perfect teeth.
Mom keeps calling, making sure I’m right,
Barber got me styled high and tight.
Cruising through campus, ready for flight,
Sunglasses on—it’s a Johnny Vegas type night.
Rap game moving like a New York minute,
Coeds pass by, yeah they feel the spirit.
All I need now is a shorty in sight,
Hello new world—yeah this kid's dynamite.
Lost my old key fob somewhere by the sea,
Still hoping a mermaid brings it back to me.
Room a mess but I don’t even care,
Drying my hands, running fingers through my hair.
Crumbs on the counter, stepdad complaining,
“Don’t you dare”—yeah he steady refraining.
Chumps acting wild when their egos get pressed,
Walk by calm, let their girlies smell my zest.
Bills feel heavy, dreams feel near,
Don’t want a future built off fear.
Granny sends love folded up in a check,
Helping me breathe, helping clear the debt.
Truck drinking gas like I made a bad bet,
Headed to the gym, chasing sweat and respect.
Peer pressure talking but I’m saying “nah,”
Clear head, clean path, I know who we are.
Shifting gears, yeah I’m dropping it fast,
No time for pretending, no fear of the past.
Well—except that smile that stops me right here,
Gotta run boys… oh damn, my dear.