Zack Villere Minivan (feat. J'von)
[Verse 1: Zack Villere]
We're riding in my minivan
And I don't have any plans
And nobody can tell us what
To do or where to go
We're riding in my minivan
And I don't have any plans
And nobody can tell us what
To do or where to go
[Verse 2: J'Von]
What what what
Okay I'm on one
Oh and this go round it's J'Von a.k.a. Mr. Long Gun
A legend within the song sung
And that journey to Pirate Mountain's a long one
And he the wrong one
He gon' be long gone bein' he ain't belong in the long run
And the alarm rung
Hop out the bed with the swag activated
Tight as Y-3's, his denim looking lacerated
A tie-tee in his hand and hand that was a fashion statement but
No time to brag a rack acclimated it's cold out
Floated the route with the rose out
Planned to hand it to the sand princess, Janet
And her name ain't really Janet but
You wouldn't understand it
Back to the road with no speed spare
His baby was shocked and didn't think even he'd care
For lasagna in the oven with two meats and like three cheese layers
But I told baby I'd be there
Hover boards on E and
And E is how an mc can be squared
I didn't want to take the shortcut east where
There's rumors of mythological beasts there
And extra giant bees there
Sneezing and fighting I can't stand it
Hands shift with a spirit gun and can it
I reach to grab my phone and tell the peeps to understand it
If I'm late
And to just continue
No piece of justice within the venue but
Make sure that you grab another menu
I'm on my way still
Roadblocks, construction had to lay still
And the giant bees had laid still
Calm before the night by which the day spills
He fell asleep chasing his dismay with DayQuil
I'm not where I'm supposed to be but it was a good day still
And I'm on a roll like the honor roll
And my grades chill, I display skills like
I was raised in a bag of green grapes
The way the age feels
But it's way chill
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