Forget the fact that my car broke down in a cul-de-sac.

Imma take it back to the good ole days,

of video games and Disney escapades.

Forget life’s problem, that shit dissipates.

Let me section off the winter days,

cuz summer’s here to elevate.

No need to properly enunciate

the joy and feeling you get when you associate

yourself with the people you go to

to rejuvenate.

Those folks you find who restorate

your faith in humanity.

How can it be,

that these bundle of bunches initiate

a sense of well-being

that beats the need to self-medicate.

The fact that I would eradicate

any other fellow who comes across as a center of hate

is proof of the fact that I ride for those who I share love today.

We stick together like Lilo & Stitch.

We stuck together like that house that fell on the wicked witch.

If I had a genie lamp I would ask for a million wishes,

to share with those who understand what the sitch is.

Despite our differences,

we fit together like polar magnetic opposites and,

intertwine like Coraline’s stitches.

If I fell in a ditch they’d come pick me from my britches

and drive me home, despite the glitches.

They come through like a bullet only to smash my chances

of taking the dub, but that’s the good part about such instances.

I don’t need the win to flash my riches.

I got those friends to crash and burn with.

There may be a banana peel on the road

but we can pass it with precision.

become fast enough to reach the finish.

Imma take that powerUP just to LIFT their spirits.

and take that speed boost in hopes of winning

the race.

And when I catch them lacking,

Imma take a mitt and throw them pitches,

give them a chance to find their fitting,

and get them to a place where they can start another beginning

all they gotta do is keep on stickin’

to that track, while we all pitch up the ceiling.

We roastin each other till our tears a jerkin

and laughin till our asses hurtin.

We dancin till our blood goes spurtin,

and eating till our heart deserts us.

We leave with such happy insertions

of memories and thoughts that become proportions

of the parts that put our personalities in motion.

Let’s grab our surfboards and ride the ocean.

Feel the waves as they keep us goin’

Hope our bodies will stay a floatin’,

as our Ohana keeps out boat a rowin’.