Francis Arevalo - #SoGoneChallenge lyrics

[Verse 1 : Francis] At the core, we're distracted by these applebums We'll mack pro on any bonita macintosh Be an a**, see him dash Away in the car she in, ask him All he values is a Kim Kardashian I confess, i ain't Kan' West I won't break the internet But in a sec, in a set, i can make ‘em break a sweat Like it's s**, technique is that way we get busy Let's smack Northwest on the map Sharp as a bayonet, i point direct, that poignant noise Make my people get wild as a yeti, do ya get it yet? Put me on, this your favourite song ITunes into you, pause then rewind it all Won't drop the mic for many different reasons But i'm done shuffling, i'd rather repeat one Get with the program, how can i up-date you now? Casual OSX softwares me out [Hook] Bonita applebum [Verse 2 : Francis] These cats perusin' YouTube, tryna find some new...b**bs? I don't need no B.S., i think i mean a new ‘boo' Tradin' in my Fubu for whatever dudes do To get a nice steal like records up at Zulu I'm thinkin' that some new shoes improve my game Like, should i buy new Jordans? ladies love cool J's...don't they? The image of me today Is stupid singin' ‘bout women like B2K So if love's a game, these players would know We're endin' up board, messin' with x's for oh's Forgettin' our plays, we make a pa** for the next goal We've all hailed Mary's but we end in the friend zone Cuz she said so, i'm playing it dead wrong I gotta reboot, need Andraia for Enzo Did you get the memo in the innuendo? I'm a nice fine fellow and just lookin' to mellow So hello [Hook] Bonita applebum [Verse 3 : Francis] But past the hormones and all of the corny poems I'm on the floor alone listening to Norah Jones Girl i couldn't pick up, our connection's broken so All my lines were twisted way more than a corded phone In a dorky tone, no cojones, i'm hoping no Shoes, no shirt, i'm at your service, check ya open clothes Hopeless - i'm calling singles with my Solo phone Runnin' after women with my English, call that Lolo Jones On the track, maybe bout marryin'/marion One photogenic as Jones, so duh/soda i'm picturing To drink her in thinkin' that the prob with it is There's no magic, if she thinks i'm just looking for tricks So i'm singing Me and Mrs. Jones low into my bedroom wall Got a jones for you, mighty gone ‘til the break of dawn A daft punk, no odds getting a lucky doll That dating game's bingo, there's some numbers that are never called [Outro] Then i'm going crazy playing K-Ci & JoJo songs And if fly chicks fly away i'm supposed to yell "YO-YO" 'til she's in my palm Like i ain't a man if i ain't backstage at the pro-bono show Raising the roofie, rockin' mad logos, holdin' a solo, with Jo Jo pouncin' on my PoGo bone Singing "Started from her bottom!" while yelling YOLO Getting brains thinking she's a dodo Getting frisky risking the Maury show Oh no I'm just looking for a Carmen San Diego