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eric howl – hoodini lyrics

livin in the city not a farm i see
we creep to the doors of the pharmacy
i’m 8 years old for all this candy that i stole
how bad could the karma be?
“brooke some crooks k!lled this kid
kenny round the corner wit a ice pick
some say wit 6 bats in his back”
no bric-a-brac too young for the 6-pack
i kidnap tic-tacs kit-kats behind his back
can’t be caught if the pharmacist dont see me
i’m greedy, needy i’m young hoodini
tuck back brooke what you just jack?
“matches and this box of condoms”
what the f-ck’s that?
brooke, better burn it to be safe
cars whiz by like they on a cheese steak
for pete sake better kick it in the street grate
wait! thats where all of the dry leafs raked
we skate
huffin and we vigorous we puffin candy cigarettes
next day we go back like idiots
pharmacist got huge shoes hes a clown
“gimme your mom and pops numbers or
i’m callin the cops
you ain’t gone to the playground
you almost burned the place down”
brooke hit my leg
“it wasn’t us it was craig!”

rollin in my ac whip it like a new ghini
dont tell my momma where i got the luchini
ain’t n-body seen me i’m young hoodini
now gwop poppin out my pockets like a blue genie
just stole a couple bands (just stole a couple bands)
and i got it in my pants
just stole a couple bands (just stole a couple bands)
bouta turn it to a hundred grand (ya)

push cigs to ya granddaughter
f-ck manslaughter i just need a camcorder
wack muzak pours through the ceiling ou
if you were underpaid youd be stealing too
i’m 16 what a b-mmer man
this year i’ll only see 5 seconds of summer dam
every dollar i jack keep track like a number man
my boss thinks i’m a 5 seconds of summer fan
not them or you see me
got the hands of houdini
pop that drawer money pop out like a blue genie
five measly bucks to mop for the caesar so
i practice rap and pop-lock in the freezer
“eric, lock up the drawer and get back to moppin the floor”
hit no sale that pops the drawer
“do you want matches?”
lean where the bags is to switch their synapses so they don’t think i would rob the store
ego just grew when i rob
he knows if you are a slob
can’t be mad at jake cause we both just doin our jobs
that’s the last straw
i crumple bills then later on in the back room i turn to rumplestiltskin
if my boss ain’t gonna pay? drama stay plus
on my way here i just found out my mom is g-y
big brother gonna pay even comets stay the course but
i’m a stray cat bombs away it’s that kinda day

rollin in my ac’ whip it like a new ghini
dont tell my momma where i got the luchini
ain’t n-body seen me i’m young hoodini
now gwop poppin out my pockets like a blue genie
just stole a couple bands (just stole a couple bands)
and i got it in my pants
just stole a couple bands (just stole a couple bands)
bouta turn it to a hundred grand (ya)

i’mma be my own boss one day and i’ll be free
ain’t n-body gonna tell me what to do or who to be
it eats me up inside that i always gotta lie
my girl gon break up with me if i don’t get a ride

push pills to ya grandmom
and the pharmacist’s shoulders i stand on
i’m gon be rich, homie like the man quan
i need four wheels forreal
she kicks the door off the hinges and walks in the store
this woman needs lipitor she think she at the liquor store
“addirall please” i go at her all sweet
these cameras are all cheap they don’t look at ’em all week
my new boss don’t know i’m hoodini
my girl text me like “when you gone come see me?”
aladdin take this and put that in
figure out the price ‘n my head like bin laden
“picking up for my husband”
she’ll pack the paxil in his suitcase
she don’t realize tonight that he’ll be hanging from a shoe lace
here come ya granny she be tippin
always got my stack of ones like she still strippin
dam i got enough loot stacked
now i’m rollin in my ac with the roof back
wait there’s a twist it seems my sisters screams (ahhh!)
crash and my ac is smashed to smitherenes

- eric howl lyrics

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