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Wannabe Wayne Gretzky
Taking aim at your chest
shot tryna block
You should Try your best
I don't feel it I sit back
All in on all my bets
I'm past high class
You ain't passed a test
Slip up on ice
Still feeling alright
Veins cold Feeling gold
Gonna win tonight
You got me running
I got you talking
I keep on going
I Guess you walking
Hands up
Square up
Multi sport like Michael Jordan
So we ballin
One under a hundred on my back
But a hundred in my stats
I got a bunch of big goals
So I bought a bigger hat
I won't ever be the best
But Ain't no point in quitting
Best is what I wanna be
You Better bet I oughta be
Finally feeling better
I been feeling ill
I wanna go home
See Justin and phil
Play some Mario Kart
Make some musical art
Let it go let it go
Blast music in my mom's car
She been saying That she miss me
So she hug and kiss me
talking business With my father
God is saving walter
Me and my dudes
Ain't feeling no pain
Aint no care in the world
Just skating like wayne
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Maria!
03:57
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Sunshine
On her hair
You'll go blind
If you stare
Nevermind
What they say
I'll go blind
Every day
Just to say I'm yours
Girl you're like the sky
I look at you I wanna dream
You remind of Carolina
But somethings in your bloodstream
Something up higher
Like a Cali wildfire
mountain top melting
In the spring I guess I'm tired
Of the winter freezing up
All the sweet tea in my cup
I need a touch of sunshine
To fill my body up
I met you in the fall
But I hope you never leave
I wanna take you on journey
Hop in the car hand me the keys
Maria chica Bonita
Learn Espanol like mi tia
I'm speaking the language
So we can travel the world
What a wonderful girl
What a crazy idea
That I would just sing a song
And you would come over here
And we could go on the ocean
Sailing upon the waves
Moments would turn to hours
Hours would turn to days
And days would turn into a long time
Baby wont you be mine
You don't even have to say it
Just keep on letting your light shine
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Gal Gadot
03:19
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I need a gal like gadot
Can't save the world alone
Fast and the furious
God Killer at your throat
Get at my girl
She an amazon
You got your girl
off of amazon
She wear designer Like panda
And she sweet like fanta
Satisfying
Like a candy bar
I got a wonder
Of a woman
You better bet
She block a bullet
She by my side
Like a queen in the movies
I'm just a extra
She is the movie
I'm going fast like flash
all rich like the bat
fly high like kent
But it all goes whack
When i puff my chest
And I flex my arms
Man tends to choke
When he finds the stars
Girl got my back
With a sword on hers
When nothing's left
When i am cursed
She pick me up
When nobody here
Gotta smile on her face
Ain't feel no fear
Blue dress
on fire
I don't gotta plan
And we down to the wire
I gotta gun
You got a rope
Whatchu gonna do
When i lost my hope
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I never really got
outta 10th grade
Pretty girls I wanna
take on a date
I was too young
Too shy for a play
I was too game
Too blind to get payed
She looking good
In the uniform
She looking fine
Like art
She stay quiet
Like a black room
Life drives quick
like start
Ooh remember
When we learned how to drive
God speed only
And we Learned how to thrive
2014 went by
Like a wave
2015 was kind
Of a waste
Tenth Grade Problems
Tenth Grade fools
Kinda wanna solve em
Fix em with a tool
I don't even ball
But b ball rules
Friday night games
spirit for the school
We was just laughing
We was just living
Unlicensed
Child like chillin
I remember screaming
Like we didn't care
Guess I was lying
All I did was care
Now I'm writing papers
Tryna get paper
I don't really feel like
I'm getting what I payed for
I got friends
That I'll never see again
I got friends
Going off the deep end
Only 19
But I'm feeling pretty old
Always in sweats
But I'm feeling pretty cold
Finally got a job
Guess I'm growing up
It's only In my dreams
That I'm ever blowin up
So I guess I'll rig it up
Firework flashes
Strap me to a rocket
Imma skip classes
Send me to the moon
See a flag I lost faith in
Stick me in a church
God tell me what faith is
Remember tenth grade
When i left my home
Got Facebook
IPhone home
Extra terrestrial
Alien kid
I jumped the border
Got shot down in bed
Sophomore year, sophisticated idiot
I’d rather talk to all the girls than go to 6th period
Everybody older sayin’ I’m not even literate
Then how am I creating art while you stuck on the Iliad
You wouldn’t understand ‘cause you’re only 15
Can’t comprehend nothin’ ‘cept your acne routine
Gotta wait a couple years to understand what love means
And you better close your eyes for all those crazy sex scenes
Yeah, I’m pretty weak, but my mind ain’t that
With all this info that I’m eating, probably look pretty fat
Every teacher that I have, you can cut the chit chat
Because as for my life, I think I got it down pat
My heart hasn’t been broken but I still feel pain
Mostly what it’s comin’ from is all these words that you sayin’
Tellin’ me I’m not good enough just all because of my age
But I guess in a few years my opinion will change
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5. |
2:17 AM
03:08
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Out the gas station
On that happy New Year ish
Chest screaming free barabbas
And it's UNC six
Bro found a UNC girl
I loved her a lot
I still do they the fam
And we ain't growing apart
My other bro found a gal
She a goddess gadot
She got an accent I like
She from Dedham I know
And then there's beauty
A real knockout like Floyd
I look away when she glancing
I was staring oh boy
I think she saw me having hope
That she would still be mine
But I was supposed to give up
A couple months back yeah it's time
That I made moves Towards the west
Made a dream Turn to gold
But I think I'll stick around
Boy you crazy that's bold
This land ain't got nothing
Just some schools you can't afford
And some good fast food
And some sadness in store
But it's sad that makes the happy
Dark that makes the light
Can ye take a chance
Cannot mess with the light
If I'm being honest
I'll never not be in love
I'll write these songs so they see it
And there's a God up above
With a plan for me to prosper
Not to harm me or to kill me
but for a future Of a hope
I can surely hold within me
That's Jeremiahs 11th verse
Of his 29th chapter
The white girls love that one
They the Instagram pastors
And I'm the Instagram man
Putting up pictures with filters
Even this verse is not what it seems
Straight thru Photoshop off kilter
Killer
With a hammer in hand
Builder
With nails and a man
Lumber
In the form of a tree
Killer
Freed when death lost his keys
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