Song Title: Saturday Trifecta: Surf, Skate, Bike
written by Mac J, not to be confused with his little brother J Mac
Woke up quick way before noon
Just knew I had to go surfing soon.
strapped with our 9 point Oh'sCruizin West Cliff hangin out the windows
Diego Mike was super psyched
Five guys at the Lane that's crazy insane
5 toes over da nose it feels like Indo
Hate to leave waves so legit, but its time to split
My droid starts buzzinIts Marky Mark my cuzzin
"Lets hit the Ben Lomond Bowl!"
"Say no more I'm sold."
Padded up up from our nose to toes.
Only ones there over thirty years old
black skinny jeans long-haired teen
be checking out my scene
stink-eyeing my Rollerblade wrist guard
I bust a sick grind to show him who's in charge.
It's getting late and I'm sick of my skateso I rally with my bike posse at Wilder State
My baby's momma be looking so fineTimes 2 when biking from behind
We find the secret Cove where nobody goesWhere the lil' Boyz go bye bye and NayNay be getting high
The sun starts settin so we start headinSaturday is a special day
times 2 when playin in da Monterey bay
3 comments:
Sick rhythm! I especially like that you call yourself Mac J!
You are a funny boy! I could not write a poem/rap if my life depended on it.
slappin hot bars, breh!
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