My Trip Down the East Coast

Back to the 90s With the boom-trap beat Rappers wanna get you on your feet And when I’m rolling down the East Coast I feel like a star Dad and I played golf again, I got par La de da da Do the cha cha I like the funk, when I groove, I go haha Let’s assimilate Let’s agree Let’s work hard to get that college degree Follow me But we both have our own paths And I’m sure you don’t know all the facts Let’s join ideas Sit together in an IKEA Time to ponder on Mamma Mia Understand what we mean What we do Like a pizzeria Fill our stomachs up Brain food It’s the same food You call that lame food I would be grateful Loving and not hateful Walls are so tall We know that Trump is a fool, that’s all My trip on the East Coast proves him wrong Cos I enjoy my people and sing my song You know very well I’m smart And I know you’re the best part My trip with this involves being in the car I mean for hours But I won’t get sour Time to stand tall like a tower Take a tour I’m a right not a wrong-doer Answers to the questions you ask So many cars that I pass Time to be in first, not last Why’s the flag at half mast? It’s because people are kind It’s to show honor, respect, stay in line