David Versis - Be More Fresh lyrics

Yeah, hahahaha I know, everybody did this f**ing beat But Imma do it too Just better Alright, here I go I think I'm James Dean, John Lennon Imma blow soon, God willing k**'em once, cold as ice Ressurect'em, k**'em twice I think I'm James Dean, John Lennon Imma blow soon, God willing Fall back, homie ease up Peace sign, V's up I just bought a car, that I can't afford It ain't a Honda but the Vandals move in one accord They just window shoppers, baby check out what I got in store I run that guitar sh**, yeah b**h I struck a chord Chilling with the Vandals blowing up like Roman candles Hanging somewhere where it's sunny Doing things you never know b**h Show me the money I'm like Jerry McGuire Every girl that I desire says I got'em at hello Well they got me at goodbye (why?) Cause I ain't ever getting hitched to it I don't feel myself (why?) I'd rather let a b**h do it In the backseat taking double tokes Plus you know I'm the North Space like a bubble coat f** it though Give me some room, homie watch me as I sing a song I be looking at these rappers, I think everything is wrong I see what they doing, they messing with my union Just like Gabrielle, well my response is f**ing bring it on You know that I'm getting more paper, homie more stacks Life ain't black and white but if it was then it's a Rorschach Ten years, I'll be in your top ten Getting blue balls, watch my chain and my watch man, God damn You know that I'll be with the girl up in the tight dress I ain't self-righteous, I am just right, yes Baby bears porridge, pa** the trees and the lightrice Yeah my status good, but ain't nobody like this Naw, they all busy just trying to get my face booked In every single photo that they took, wait look I'm eating for two like a b**h that's knocked up And Imma Free Mason like Mase got locked up Don't care what you say homie, you know I'm bout my paper They aint wanna see me now, so I just tell'em see you later And I'm hearing what they spitting, they're trying to be different But if you got an opinion that just makes you a hater man f** it I'm a hater too, I think that we all are They are just clowns to me riding in a small car Trying hard to fit in, bout to blow a piston I can't be replaced my a** fits the seat that I sits in They can't comprehend half of the sh** that I be riskin' Blao blao, yeah let the 40Cal Rip-Kin You know that I'm in the cut like ripped skin Running like a faucet baby, let that sh** sink in Yeah I'm a Vandal girl, but I am not from Idaho Every day I Cannon-ball, ain't married to Mariah though Yeah they are jumping in, they barely make a splash They're clueless too, f**ing Stacey Dash These dudes are luke-warm, got a couple rules for ‘em Once she spread out, head out like a new born They hating on Versis man, I must not be hearing right Drinking Bloody Mary's and I'm looking in the mirror like I think I'm James Dean, John Lennon Imma blow soon, God willing k**'em once, cold as ice Ressurect'em, k**'em twice I think I'm James Dean, John Lennon Imma blow soon, God willing Fall back, homie ease up Peace sign, V's up