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Droplets from sprinklers glisten in the sun
Rainbows refractin’ off every single one
Slip slide and grass hill, hamburger gas grill
Boombox, Warren G, “Regulators,” mass ill
Ultraviolet eminence
Evidenced by erythemic dermis on residents
A semblance of good times had outdoors
Complainin’ with your crew mad about chores
“How ‘bout yours?” Not a care in the world.
Worry ‘bout final bosses than ‘bout girls
Scurry toward the tippy tree top chasin’ a squirrel
Hurry for the ice cream shop, it’s chocolate swirl.
The day unfurls—lovely.
Layin’ on my back watchin’ clouds pass above me.
Waitin’ for nothin’, but tomorrow to arrive
Like it was nineteen ninety motherfuckin’ five.
All we wanna do is ride around in the sun
Chillin’ with the crew and we’re down for some fun
Breakin’ out the bike, it’s a breezy, easy day.
Drop head nods to homies as I’m cruisin’ ‘round the way
Chicken and ribs—the smell permeates the block
Time to roll around the corner; mini-mart candy stock
Cart the treasure trove home for a quick intermission.
Peanut butter jelly—sustenance acquisition.
Returnin’ to the street, Mom attempts to prevent;
Commence the day’s nonsense under false pretense.
No obligations, possibilities abound.
Profound revelation: Ice cream truck. Turn around,
Gotta chase it down, get that push-pop snack fix
Roll past graffiti walls, admirin’ graphics.
Final stop: comic shop. New issue in the back pocket.
Head to a shady spot, last thing on the day’s docket.
Ride bikes everyday, just feelin’ so alive
Like it was nineteen ninety motherfuckin’ five.
All we wanna do is ride around in the sun
Chillin’ with the crew and we’re down for some fun
Days stretch into forever—keepin’ it real.
A couple water gun fights, then bombin’ a hill,
backyard trampoline, never sittin’ still.
Even so, keepin’ it chill from ’95 till
Gettin’ late, headin’ home, tuckered out
Collapse into a cul-de-sac coma, no doubt
Just can’t get to sleep, though, it’s still light outside
Like it was nineteen ninety motherfuckin’ five.
All we wanna do is ride around in the sun
Chillin’ with the crew and we’re down for some fun
All we wanna do is ride around in the sun
Chillin’ with the crew and we’re down for some fun
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Tough Guise
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My Love (instrumental)
03:24
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Ungeheuer (instrumental)
03:40
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Klopfenpop Seattle
Klopfenpop is a genre-agnostic composer, writer, multi-instrumentalist, and producer from the Pacific Northwest.
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