Apoc - Drop That (feat. Racecar) Lyrics
Bored at work, bored at home‘Bout to go berserk when I heard the phoneWho could it be? Caller unknownStill pick it up cuz I’m all alone‘Yo who’s this?’ ‘Charlie Hughes’‘Racecar, man, what’s good witchu?’‘A whole bunch of nothin’, ain’t shit to doGot a little somethin’ somethin’ so I’ll slide on through’Half an hour later and he’s at my doorAnxious to see what the kid done scoredGot a little weed, but I need some moreHell, anything’ll do cuz I’m so damn boredNow me ‘n Race stay blown like a song with PsalmBut my face turned stone when he dropped the bombOpened my hand and it’s o-o-onPut a little piece of paper in my open palmChorus:Drop that, pop the tabGot a lot of blotter ‘n a spot to crashPut it on your tongue ‘n knock it backWorlds gone crazy, but ya got to laughCaps, rolls, I like thoseBut a dipped cheerio’ll blow your domeLucy’s in the sky with a dozen stonesBut these ruby slippers won’t get you homeNow I’m ridin’ my bike like I’m Albert HoffmanBeen here before, but not too oftenThe sky turned yellow like a Sony Walkman‘N Racecar’s face started meltin’ off himStop ‘n sit down, better take it easyBefore I go further like my man Ken KeseyRobots is lurkin’, man, they think they sneakyBut I ain’t worried cuz I got YoshimiDreamy, placid, chasin’ rabbitsTeeny tablets laced with magicSee me plastered, ain’t he batshit?Evening, bastards, take some acidChorusRacecar:Micro-psycho-tabaliciousNitro-hypo-mad-deliciousAverage isn’t savage visionsCabbage damage, habit hittin’Ammunition, passionate patches of pastelPass me a pair to tackleMellow, mean and moodyGot these fellows lean and groovyOohy-oohy and a movieReachin’ peak again in UVYou see, I see, you see LBTune in, turn in, TOUCHDOWN! Tell meMeltin’ bubblin’ teeth like ChickletsThree more peaks, this shit’s ridiculous!Got my vision spinnin’ ‘n it just won’t stopMy brain about to shimmy shimmy coco pop!Chorus
