I guess you don’t need me I’m on my way to the shore It’s light outside because I need shades to see Vintage all on me Vintage all on me Made it the spot like ravioli Cooking up the pasta like chef Gordy Original on the best like who’s better than me I took a flight overseas and flew over the deep sea ella wants to get close to me Should I leave or stay Felt like macaroni Baez for day you would think I’m Mr. Toni I make it with a different pace like acaponi