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francis arevalo – #sogonechallenge lyrics

[verse 1 : francis]
at the core, we’re distracted by these appleb-ms
we’ll mack pro on any bonita macintosh
be an -ss, 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-x, 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 appleb-m

[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 p-ss 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 h-llo

[hook]
bonita appleb-m

[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

- francis arevalo lyrics

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