INNER CITY STORIES

A-Side

There comes a time of year where giving is what you do,
So I wrote this fire roast, from me to you

On your mark, get set, are you ready to go?
Cause here comes the roast of my good friend, yo

An atheist with a biblical name? Yeah, that sounds right,
If someone even mentions religion, you're ready to fight

I think you must have a few loose screws
If your idol is a guy that lets bugs bite him for views

I text you at five, do I get a reply?
Of course! Just after a year goes by

You sleep in class all the time cause you stay up 'til daylight,
Probably watching hentai, don’t try to deny

You dress like a hobo with no sense of style,
Always look like you're about to go jog a mile

Except you don't, you just meander around,
Content with the fact you weigh 230 pounds

You have the nerve to tell me that my driving is poo,
When you haven't gotten behind the wheel since June

Your worst enemy is a teacher,
You want to defeat her,
Your eyes are your only redeeming feature

"I'm straight!" you claim,
Your jokes are lame,
You look like the hunchback of Notre Dame

You scrub toilets as a job,
You look like a blob,
You're nothing but a lazy slob

I'd better stop now, so you can go wipe your tears,
So Merry Christmas and Happy New Years

 

B-Side

There comes a time of year where giving is what you do,
So I wrote this confession, from me to you

On your mark, get set, are you ready to go?
Cause here comes the part you never wanted to know

Some could say I'm possessive of you. Yup, that's about right!
Whenever she puts her hand on your shoulder, I'm ready to fight

I try to deny it, but there's just no use,
I'm entranced by those beautiful baby blues

I text you at five, eagerly wait for a reply,
And once I get one, I feel like I can fly

We talk in class all the time, you make me laugh 'til I cry,
And I don't even know why, but it just feels so right

The sight of you in your dad's oversized coat makes me smile,
And why does that maroon t-shirt make me go wild?

Your voice is one of my favorite sounds,
I want to hold your hand, if I could just grab it somehow

So scared of what would happen if you only knew,
I'm completely, entirely obsessed with you

When you're with me,
You're the only one that I see,
I can't help it; you fill me to the brim with glee

When I'm around you,
I don't know what to do,
I'm addicted, and I don't think you have a clue

But that's more than okay,
Because you would run away,
If you knew just how much I want you to stay

I'd better stop now before I wind up in tears,
So Merry Christmas, I'll love you for all of my years.