Hootin' N Hollerin'

Verse 1

I wrote this laying by the ocean.
You explained that no one says "in the cape"
Cause we're "on it", you were being honest.
I was an accomplice, you were still my date.
In my life, never seen a shine bright.
You were like my limelight, I can see your face.
If times right, do you think its finite?
Do you think we'll lock back up like a gate?


I was looking all around when we went to Provincetown.
I recall a book fair in back.
And neither of us bought anything, but we said everything, had my Nikon strapped to my back
Had my Nikon strapped to my back
Had my, had my Nikon strapped to my back
We were only 20 hours, I was Af.


Said we were only 20 years old, I was on summer break.
All I had to show you was a lake.
And you well, you showed me the whole arm,
We did it for so long,
We just had a party on the cape.
And all I really had was back-roads in suburbia.
Chatta box apps, hadda smash on the furniture.
Bring it to the room twin bed had us curling up.

Hot Pink walls cause I moved into my sisters room.
And I still haven't painted em'.
If we're playing this one loud, I gotta pay for em'.
Cause you know it slaps like a hand from an angry girl friend.
I'm Dorothy up in a whirl wind.
Music black, music white like the Wizard of OZ.
Winona bring the color back, bring it back to you all.
And a lotta people pressing me and get on my balls.
But I let it come to pass like we're passing the halls.

Hook

Oh.
Did somebody just drop something?
From the speakers to my ears? (X3)
Oh.
Did somebody just drop something?
I pick it up and brought it here.

Verse 2

Hot as Carolina, imma' open up the window.
Talk a lotta shit they call Mr do it wanna tenfold.
Music my release, I deliver like an envelope.
Writing new rules and deep sixing what I've been told.
I was looking all around on the couch in Watertown.
With a classic stirring up just like a fruit punch bowl.
Got it spiked to the brim with a 100 proof pen.
Had 100 move in, had 100 get lost.
I top every track, thought that every knew that.
Break it down if you must, hope that every do stats
Pete Rose from the Bose like the 72' Reds.
I know what I know, know that everything zen

For the most part.
Post cards stacked on my bed.
Like a go cart.
Don't start, sicko with the lead.
That compose art, Mozart.
Austrian instead.
Got a sweet tooth.
Each booth,dumping out the Pez

Outro

Imma a wave with a big crest
Every one of us a wave with a big crest
It felt like we been away when I just left
Everyone of usa wave with the big crest.