Swadnoc - BFE lyrics

[Verse 1: Swadnoc and (Bdubyaliciousness)] Aye dude bro man, pa** me the aux cord Car surfin', sun roof my board Call Bradley up, "C'mon dude I'm bored" (Stuck in Pandookie, how bout cruising?) "Better yet guy... canoeing. I'll call the girls, see what they're doing. Cooler with Capri-suns coming thru" (Respect the pouch tho" "True! Riley Creek three o'clock rendezvous" Welcome to a day, with the location Way past Egypt, cornfield nation Half-way decent isolation Coming out late with my basement rap Not quite great but adjacent to that On my mixtape just statin' the facts ...Swad, have a slice! [Hook x2: Swadnoc] Just another day in BFE Trynna keep it real with my homies Small town boy, no NYC This country living ain't new to me [Post-hook x2: Bdubyaliciousness] Summer in Bee Eff Eee [Verse 2: Bdubyaliciousness and (Swadnoc)] Brad Walther here, repping the 'Natti Baller of all rhymes, aka your daddy Bumblin' bearcat, prowling honeys Buzzin' your cousin, and getting moneys Biscuits and gravy on a ukulele Mainly, greatly, insanely, daily Profanely, archaically, tasty, pastry ...hmm... pastries (Brad, focus up, the song, remember?) Ohh... right... long days, longer nights Workin' third shift but it's alright (Bruh... I'd rather be a 'maphrodite) Ya live with the rents, ya parasite (I'm still in high school, what's your excuse?) I'm on a break, from college abuse [Hook x2] [Post-hook x2] [Verse 3: Swadnoc and (Bdubyaliciousness)] Ain't a country song, I'm just saying what the facts are They out picking crops in big green tractors Corn on the cob, knowin' every cop, rollin' every stop, but no one gets caught (I achieve my own success, just trynna be the best Never worried 'bout the rest, cause my boys and I are blessed To the plate and sing, to the mic and sing Just doing my thing, call it up and ring) co*ky when I'm with Brad (Ruthless when I'm with Swad) [Outro: Swadnoc and Bdubyaliciousness] Swadnoc: Aye Dude, wanna go ride bikes? Bdubya: Yeah. Have you texted your summer chick yet? Swadnoc: Ehh, she's like that sweater you got from your grandma, and the colors are just too obtuse Bdubya: Yeah, like when you rent shoes from the bowling alley and realize they're actually fire, but we're only like six bucks Swadnoc: Ya Bdubya: True Swadnoc: What were we talking about? Bdubya: ...I don't know