Old Skool Stereo Lyrics

Bussin'

Yeah, this shit, boy, it's bussin'

This shit is straight up bussin'

Bussin', this shit straight bussin'

Busting out the bass

In my old school stereo

Numbing up my brain

Overthinking 'bout scenario

Buddy's getting high

Straight up to Ontario

Boy's in the sky, he's borderline aerial

Why we depressed like we watching a burial?

Go to the kitchen, I'm eating my cereal

I'm feeling lucky, and I got the charm

But I lose my shit when I hear the alarm

Bring, bring, bring, bring

I'm rapping right now

But I don't feel like singing

I wanna go back to the days we were swinging (Yeah)

I wanna go back to the way we were living (Yeah)

Two for two or the four for four (Four)

You get no other, you get no more (More)

You clean your room, you mop the floor (Do it)

You change your tune, you do your chore (Do it)

Hopping on a train

And we do a lil' "Choo choo" (Choo choo)

Passing by the meadows

Yeah, we see a big moo moo (Moo moo)

Kiss my ass, yeah, I got a lil' boo-boo (Boo-boo)

Got no class, go catch me on the YouTube (YouTube)

They go a lil' crazy, they get a lil' cuckoo (Cuckoo)

Next verse, baby

Yeah, we busting out the Kool Crew

Busting out the bass

In my old school stereo

Numbing up my brain

Overthinking 'bout scenario

Buddy's getting high

Straight up to Ontario

Boy's in the sky, he's borderline aerial

Busting out the bass

In my old school stereo

Numbing up my brain

Overthinking 'bout scenario

Buddy's getting high

Straight up to Ontario

Boy's in the sky, he's borderline aerial

My name is Kool Kyle

I'm always in denial (Nile)

I never went to Egypt

Never pissed in the Nile (Nile)

I came all the way from Aussie

Spit some bars on the track

All these U.S. bitches

Yeah, they got a nice rack

Wit is sharp like a tack

Yeah, my accent, it is wack (Wack)

Never been to the dentist

That's why I got all these plaques (Plaque)

I think I see a crocodile

It makes me wanna smile

I maybe a felon

But I'm not a (Woah, woah, woah, crikey)

Uh, my name is Kool Kyler (Ok)

I wish my parents fucking named me Tyler

(Hey, can you maybe, uh, rap a little faster?)

Or something else like fucking Skyler

I don't know (Rap a little faster, please)

Just, can't they get a better fucking name

Than fucking Kyler? Jesus

(You're boring, you're gonna get kicked out

Of the Kool Crew

If you don't start rapping, dude, c'mon)

This fucking sucks, fucking Kyler, Jeez

(That's it, you're fired)

Busting out the bass

In my old school stereo

Numbing up my brain

Overthinking 'bout scenario

Buddy's getting high

Straight up to Ontario

Boy's in the sky, he's borderline aerial

Busting out the bass

In my old school stereo

Numbing up my brain

Overthinking 'bout scenario

Buddy's getting high

Straight up to Ontario

Boy's in the sky, he's borderline aerial

Boy's in the sky, he's flying

He, he, he's gone

Gone, he's gone

He, he soared away

He's gone