Lyrics
Ayy, what's up Lil Shooe back on top baby
You know what I'm talkin' about
This is the summer of Lil Shooe
I'm telling You bro
Aight, lets go
Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Ayy, Yuh
Toast on the ceiling, I'm riding a broom,
Microwave talking, said meet me at noon
Flip-flop diplomat dancing with glue,
Waffles in pockets and nothing is new
I got jelly in my schedule,
Skateboard in a vegetable,
Talking to a shoelace, call it intellectual,
Dreaming 'bout a paperclip who ran for president,
He lost to a moose, now he's kinda hesitant
Yuh, Ayy, Cereal confetti, throw it at the moon,
My cat plays drums and he's always outta tune
Spaghetti on the ceiling fan, watch it rotate,
Ayy, Tried to hug a toaster but it told me to wait
Ayy, Duck with a top hat, sipping on some air,
I told him don't trip but he wasn't even there
Bubble wrap choir, singing in reverse,
This ain't a blessing or a curse it's just a purse.
Ayy, Yuh, So I moonwalk through a lemon,
High-five a rainbow melon,
Yuh, Shouting YES to things I'm not even tellin'
Ayy, The couch just blinked and said I won,
But the war was over before it even begun
Yuh, Ayy, My socks just texted me, said they feel betrayed,
I told the fridge Don't cry but the milk still stayed
Yuh, Octopus jogging in a tiny blue hat,
Asked me for the time, so I handed him a cat
Yuh, Yo, my sandwich doing taxes in the middle of the street,
Banana split my rent, said We can't make ends meet
Got a llama on FaceTime ordering a chair