LUCKY CHARMS (TRiX 2) Lyrics

Hearts, stars, horseshoes

Start the car and make some moves

Clover, moons, and pots of gold

Rainbows and balloons

I don't spit sick tricks anymore that's old news

Now I write many bars

Lucky Charms on my spoon

I go looney cause I make the tunes

Goofy got my Disney goons

Think they're all imaginary

Got it from the fruity fumes

Beat old-timey with piano and the drums

Lyrics sweet and spicy

Sing soprano with my lungs

Not now, maybe later

Hot now, make it greater

Gas stove, alcove

Don't you know I'm not a baker

Shake it up pepperoncini

Alfredo fettuccini

Chop it up like zucchini

Man I make it look too easy

Peter piper picked a peck

I wrote my bite and got a check

My 30 cents I'll take a speck

A leader, writer what the heck can I go call myself?

Not a rapper

Never on that shelf

Singer? You can say yourself

Tired now so you can delve

Stream of consciousness

I sing before the populace

I'll never go anomalous

My metaphors are bottomless

I'm marvelous

You're Remus and I'm Romulus

I keep the rhymes like hostages

I'll let them go

No promises

Toilet paper, on a roll

Exploited labor, honor roll

Worked it off into a vapor

Nothing new, rock and roll

Need some help, paw patrol

Running out, lost control

Made the beat my canvas and I paint it like I'm Thomas Cole

Each line a new paint

More rhymes, feeling drained

Might repeat a line or two

A broken record never sprained

Each line a new paint

More rhymes, feeling drained

Might repeat a line or two

A broken record never— wait

Hearts, stars, horseshoes

Start the car and make some moves

Clover, moons, and pots of gold

Rainbows and balloons

I don't spit sick tricks anymore that's old news

Now I write many bars

Lucky Charms on my spoon

Hearts, stars, horseshoes

Start the car and make some moves

Clover, moons, and pots of gold

Rainbows and balloons

I don't spit sick tricks anymore that's old news

Now I write many bars

Lucky Charms on my spoon