CORVETTE by EDGE STREET BOYZ Lyrics
[Intro 1: Swairz & Sketch]
*laugh*
That's Adderall, like
Woo!
[Intro 2: Froyo & Sketch]
We don't have a Corvette!
Well, we do
No, we got a Commodore!
It's the same thing!
No, it's a Commodore!
Shout outs to anybody who lives in the United States
[Verse 1: Froyo & Sketch]
We get a mile from a gallon in this freak shit
It's a broken tin can, but it's kinda lit
In the back seat's where we record the vocals for our hits
That we deliver them to your auditories, every blow's a crit
We picked up a hobo to see if they could spit a verse
But then they flashed us, we threw them out 'cause that's perverse
We hope that he didn't die, he's got some bills that he needs to reimburse
And we're not smart enough to turn this car into a hearse
You see, we see the city lights growing all before thee
We passed a pretty girl, driving sloppy, weakened knees
We're swerving left and right, driver trying to stop a sneeze
All these other whack rappers trying to jack our steeze
We could've caught a taxi, but we were too drunk to call
It was about the same time that we ram-raided the mall
Needed snacks for Edge Street, guess we had to catch them all
Pack of Jatz for the rats, forgot the dip, fuck off
Yeah!
[Chorus: Froyo & Sketch]
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Losers, boozers, ten cent cruisers
Drunk our body weight, punched a lad we hate
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
[Verse 2: Sketch]
Yes and please, jacking our steeze
The Edge Boyz get turnt, and you'd better plead
We're touching down at high speed, it's a basic need
You see I've got a goblet in my Corvette and it holds all my mead
'Cause when I listen to you speak, my ears they frankly bleed
And I take Smash wins, I do it Adderall the time
Uh huh Westballz, it's all about the rhymes
Personally, I prefer the air
When I suicide-shot a lime I pass out, and it's sublime
Yeah we own a little battleship, not one bit frugal
And yeah that's a reference, don't buy it? Give it a Google
Define: Corvette
I'm ambulating, breaking the barrier at a certain speed
700 miles per hour
Hurtling toward my catatonic heart bleed
[Chorus: Froyo & Sketch]
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Losers, boozers, ten cent cruisers
Drunk our body weight, punched a lad we hate
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Losers, boozers, ten cent cruisers
Drunk our body weight, punched a lad we hate
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
[Verse 3: Froyo & Sketch]
We're looking classy as a Chevrolet
Or looking munted, it's all dependent on the time of day
Aay lmao
Let's put the top down so we can feel the summer breeze
Let's use our cellphones, Hotline Bling until we hit some trees
I'm not in danger, as I'm always lifting with my knees
I'm not romantic, I never try to aim to please
I'm sounding Stella, all the women call me Artois
Always driving my Corvette but they don't hop in my car
I'm hooking up with all these chicks, but I just can't reel
We call these autotunes 'cause they're made in automobiles
Got a million emotions but I'm so drunk I can't feel
I'm like a Tumblr fandom, because I just can't deal
[Chorus: Froyo & Sketch]
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Losers, boozers, ten cent cruisers
Drunk our body weight, punched a lad we hate
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Losers, boozers, ten cent cruisers
Drunk our body weight, punched a lad we hate
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
[Outro: Froyo, Sketch & Swairz]
Is this the part where we need to talk shit?
Yeah, dysentery
Dysen- diarrhea - aww fuck
Uh, projectile vomiting
Uh, shit, baby shit green
Mm, yeah yeah, okay, Banana Sprite Challenge, it's gonna happen
What's the Banana Sprite Challenge?
It's where you eat two large bananas and drink a litre of Sprite
You pretty much turn into a human vulky, it's gonna be great
Why would you do that?
I don't know
Is it, is it because you don't have a Corvette?
Yeah, I mean I do, we're gonna Photoshop it in, it's gonna be great
Aww yeah, we should Photoshop the Corvette in
Fuck, this is brilliant
Okay, we're done
Job done, yeah?
Margarine, slice
Fuck off, fuck
You're so rude!
*laugh*
That's Adderall, like
Woo!
[Intro 2: Froyo & Sketch]
We don't have a Corvette!
Well, we do
No, we got a Commodore!
It's the same thing!
No, it's a Commodore!
Shout outs to anybody who lives in the United States
[Verse 1: Froyo & Sketch]
We get a mile from a gallon in this freak shit
It's a broken tin can, but it's kinda lit
In the back seat's where we record the vocals for our hits
That we deliver them to your auditories, every blow's a crit
We picked up a hobo to see if they could spit a verse
But then they flashed us, we threw them out 'cause that's perverse
We hope that he didn't die, he's got some bills that he needs to reimburse
And we're not smart enough to turn this car into a hearse
You see, we see the city lights growing all before thee
We passed a pretty girl, driving sloppy, weakened knees
We're swerving left and right, driver trying to stop a sneeze
All these other whack rappers trying to jack our steeze
We could've caught a taxi, but we were too drunk to call
It was about the same time that we ram-raided the mall
Needed snacks for Edge Street, guess we had to catch them all
Pack of Jatz for the rats, forgot the dip, fuck off
Yeah!
[Chorus: Froyo & Sketch]
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Losers, boozers, ten cent cruisers
Drunk our body weight, punched a lad we hate
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
[Verse 2: Sketch]
Yes and please, jacking our steeze
The Edge Boyz get turnt, and you'd better plead
We're touching down at high speed, it's a basic need
You see I've got a goblet in my Corvette and it holds all my mead
'Cause when I listen to you speak, my ears they frankly bleed
And I take Smash wins, I do it Adderall the time
Uh huh Westballz, it's all about the rhymes
Personally, I prefer the air
When I suicide-shot a lime I pass out, and it's sublime
Yeah we own a little battleship, not one bit frugal
And yeah that's a reference, don't buy it? Give it a Google
Define: Corvette
I'm ambulating, breaking the barrier at a certain speed
700 miles per hour
Hurtling toward my catatonic heart bleed
[Chorus: Froyo & Sketch]
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Losers, boozers, ten cent cruisers
Drunk our body weight, punched a lad we hate
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Losers, boozers, ten cent cruisers
Drunk our body weight, punched a lad we hate
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
[Verse 3: Froyo & Sketch]
We're looking classy as a Chevrolet
Or looking munted, it's all dependent on the time of day
Aay lmao
Let's put the top down so we can feel the summer breeze
Let's use our cellphones, Hotline Bling until we hit some trees
I'm not in danger, as I'm always lifting with my knees
I'm not romantic, I never try to aim to please
I'm sounding Stella, all the women call me Artois
Always driving my Corvette but they don't hop in my car
I'm hooking up with all these chicks, but I just can't reel
We call these autotunes 'cause they're made in automobiles
Got a million emotions but I'm so drunk I can't feel
I'm like a Tumblr fandom, because I just can't deal
[Chorus: Froyo & Sketch]
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Losers, boozers, ten cent cruisers
Drunk our body weight, punched a lad we hate
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Losers, boozers, ten cent cruisers
Drunk our body weight, punched a lad we hate
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
Cruising, bruising, leg is oozing
Fell off my skateboard, emergency ward
Corvettes on Edge Street, party on Edge Street
[Outro: Froyo, Sketch & Swairz]
Is this the part where we need to talk shit?
Yeah, dysentery
Dysen- diarrhea - aww fuck
Uh, projectile vomiting
Uh, shit, baby shit green
Mm, yeah yeah, okay, Banana Sprite Challenge, it's gonna happen
What's the Banana Sprite Challenge?
It's where you eat two large bananas and drink a litre of Sprite
You pretty much turn into a human vulky, it's gonna be great
Why would you do that?
I don't know
Is it, is it because you don't have a Corvette?
Yeah, I mean I do, we're gonna Photoshop it in, it's gonna be great
Aww yeah, we should Photoshop the Corvette in
Fuck, this is brilliant
Okay, we're done
Job done, yeah?
Margarine, slice
Fuck off, fuck
You're so rude!