Capiche Lyrics

I cruise the ends in the honda civic

Hair flowing in the wind looking terrific

Feeling like the skys the limit

In my own lane, that's quite specific

I'm feeling like my penis is monolithic (Defying physics)

I'm just tryna make the lyrics more realistic

But they're telling me I'm being too simplistic

I use my artistic licence to be pessimistic

So just shake your batty crease

If you hear me say capiche

Taking pictures saying cheese

They say I'm making music for a niche

Get your arses out your seats

And wave your fingers saying jheeze

So just shake your batty crease

If you hear me say capiche

Taking pictures saying cheese

They say I'm making music for a niche

Get your arses out your seats

And wave your fingers saying jheeze

They see me when I'm driving down the streets

Hair is blowing in the breeze

But I'm still miserable (That's subliminal)

They know that I'm the number one original

Thats why they try and put me in a pigeon hole

So just shake your batty crease

If you hear me say capiche

Taking pictures saying cheese

They say I'm making music for a niche

Get your arses out your seats

And wave your fingers saying jheeze

So just shake your batty crease

If you hear me say capiche

Taking pictures saying cheese

They say I'm making music for a niche

Get your arses out your seats

And wave your fingers saying jheeze