black mags lyrics – asher roth

“black mags”

[don cannon]
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asher roth!
don cannon!

i got the fresh bowl cut.
curly blond locks.
la gears light up when i walk.
floss.
and my osh kosh b’gosh overalls match my he-man lunch box.

i got the fresh bowl cut.
curly blond locks.
la gears light up when i walk.
floss.
and my osh kosh b’gosh overalls match my he-man lunch box.

overall, probably say i was an 8.
only ’cause i was running a slightly bit late
for my first day of first grade with ms. smith.
who sat across the way, was the chick meredith.
the hottest girl i knew at the age of 6.
bow matched the shoes. shoes matched the dress.
i’m an anxious kid. so, this is dangerous.
start sweatin’, gettin’ nervous, feelin’ strange as sh*t.

now it’s lunchtime, i’m drinking milk.
brain starts to panic, room starts to tilt.
i’m feelin’ nauseous, stomach doin’ flips.
then up comes my lunch right on to meredith.
a little on her lap, more so on her black shoes.
“sorry,” i said “couldn’t wait until the bathroom.”
“i feel so bad, how do i make it up to you? can i pick you up on my bike after school like…”

/ asher roth lyrics