We're working hard on this one, lured in by the hazy skibeatz groove and allusive lyrics that go in circles like a lostboy looking for something to do.
We're fond of:
I got a style for every bump in your face.
Coin double sided, but no matter what we heads up.
All of that is kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery.
I wasn't born yesterday, not later on that evening.
Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even.
Elsewhere, chaboy proclaims he's seeing though "lazy eyes." We think this tune is the all about that.