I Think I See Sunshine

[Hook] It's way past my bedtime, I think I can see sunshine But these beats make me perk up and want to rhyme Yesterday's fresh loaf bangers Today's leftover containers [Verse 1] [male rap vocals] TBD never to be seen again M.I.A. like we rollin, paper planes Now we gotta dip low, if heaven gonna save your soul [trombone accents] Got to go, get up Take it back out and pack it in Let me begin, moving to the flow Moving to the microphone, running real fast In the danger zone, yeah Like we going to Maverick Bring back the fresh, frozen soft yogurt, gotta have it Makes me want to lick, what's the flavor of the day? How will I pick oy vay, oh I know, I'll ask pickle Rick I cannot say, it's too far away Far off the 89 or whatever the interstate in Utah is So fine, Slick City, Provo and Orem Can you hear me, spitting my frees? I got some new notifications, let me see, yeah And we driving through Lehi where they filmed, yeah Footloose, drop by in a warehouse V-dub, string, throttle, here we go Floor it out, actually the string was on the ceiling Kevin Bacon, he's so sizzling, uh And now he's glistening, rocking with his wife Always making TikToks, with his pride and joy Fell in love with Keera when she stole my Heart and Soul, then she sealed the deal locking me away for crimes I didn't even do but I confessed because that how the Closer gets it out of you. They get their little piggies in their family vines Making memories, have good family times while they advertise on the side With the family tree, yeah, it's Utah, full circle Honeycomb and the bee's gonna sting Got the honey dripping out of me with the beats That we playing with a free, yeah, we spitting it At the end of the track, it's gonna loop back But it's alright, we ain't coming back Barbecue short ribs, you can't spare anything You can't spare the ribs, you gotta knock 'em Knock 'em in the chin, bare-knuckle boxing What is going on? Cycle repeating everything Over and over and over again It's like a wheel, my friend You don't gotta reinvent everything [Hook | gang style] It's way past my bedtime, I think I can see sunshine But these beats make me perk up and want to rhyme Yesterday's fresh loaf bangers Today's leftover containers [Verse] You don't always have to entertain the people when you sing Sometimes you just sing for you, just sing the blues Let it out, come through, uh And then a three, four Rocking on the microphone, hardcore It's not hardcore, it's underground hip hop rap stuff It's a, uh, the joint is bumping and we bringing boom bap stuff, uh Got the tuba playing, got the trombone playing And whatever brass section's playing I don't know, I grew up playing on the strings, bro Can't hold my breath long enough to blow the whole horn Yeah, oh, you thought I said hoe, but I said whole W-H-O-L-E, can you feel me? All of me Like the whole thing, like give you the ring And now we one thing, we morphed together Molded into the same being, uh The love, babe, uh, yeah Something I wanted to say, wanted to show Yeah, rocking the phone, rocking the ears Rocking it all day long, yeah, uh [Hook | live show gang style chant] It's way past my bedtime, I think I can see sunshine But these beats make me perk up and want to rhyme Yesterday's fresh loaf bangers Today's leftover containers [Outro] Got to find my place to be, got to find the people Maybe they're in Cincinnati, I don't know We'll keep looking though, let me know which city I should be Trying to go, peace, thanks for rocking with me [brass section fades out]