Parking Garage by The Front Bottoms / GDP Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Spark a lot
Everyday, it's hard to not
Feeling at any time your heart could stop
Rockin' on till the break of dawn
Sure shot body rock
Top to bottom penthouse out to the parking garage
You know, G, express myself like emojis
Show promoters know I'm shiesty with the proceeds (OG)
You'll set the stage like a roti
Won't bust ?toroti? off a OC
R.I.P.T fuck the police, all we do is smoke weed (playin' shows)
Rolled asleep (smokers cough)
Codeine
[Chorus]
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot
[Verse 2]
You artificial and my art's official
Caught a contact high just talking with you
Yeah, I sparked a little
Spark a nickel then I start to riddle
Starving artists giggle
You start to sizzle, hurts their hearts a little
The G is old men, grown men
Walk his own path
Marches to his own band
Live off his own lands
I'll sample your shit without asking
Dance with a chick without dancing
I ain't worried about a damn thing
Ghost ride the whip without crashing
Can't meet a chick without smashing
Cashing out, asking 'bout
Little old me fanning out
Like what's been up with GDP, where's he now?
Bitch, are you retarded?
Home is where the heart is
We started from the bottom, now we back to where we started
And I be wildin' on the island, Carsons
An 'au van guard' art kid that learned from his hardships
[Chorus] x2
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot
Spark a lot
Everyday, it's hard to not
Feeling at any time your heart could stop
Rockin' on till the break of dawn
Sure shot body rock
Top to bottom penthouse out to the parking garage
You know, G, express myself like emojis
Show promoters know I'm shiesty with the proceeds (OG)
You'll set the stage like a roti
Won't bust ?toroti? off a OC
R.I.P.T fuck the police, all we do is smoke weed (playin' shows)
Rolled asleep (smokers cough)
Codeine
[Chorus]
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot
[Verse 2]
You artificial and my art's official
Caught a contact high just talking with you
Yeah, I sparked a little
Spark a nickel then I start to riddle
Starving artists giggle
You start to sizzle, hurts their hearts a little
The G is old men, grown men
Walk his own path
Marches to his own band
Live off his own lands
I'll sample your shit without asking
Dance with a chick without dancing
I ain't worried about a damn thing
Ghost ride the whip without crashing
Can't meet a chick without smashing
Cashing out, asking 'bout
Little old me fanning out
Like what's been up with GDP, where's he now?
Bitch, are you retarded?
Home is where the heart is
We started from the bottom, now we back to where we started
And I be wildin' on the island, Carsons
An 'au van guard' art kid that learned from his hardships
[Chorus] x2
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot
Spark a lot
We sparked a lot