Sam Parker

[Chorus]
Ooh boy, open your eyes
A girl like me ain't waitin' all night
Ooh boy, better think twice
I got that honey, that sugar, that spice
x2

[Verse 1]
And I'm feeling pretty good, like a ship's cargo
No more coolness embargo. You can't hate me: swag on Margo
Any kind of style, you know I can pull it off
Like a soggy band-aid. I'm blowing up like Molotov
This shouldn't be treated so damn serious
I'm trying to have some fun, don't be so delirious!
I'll drop a lot of gems like a forgetful jeweler
But today's my day off! Repeat Bueller
Leopard print vest, skinny pants check
I'm a lanky dude, so the tight jeans makes sense
Flash you a grin, I don't have the sapphires
And I'd sing to you, but I didn't take Choir!
So I rap instead like a Grandma at Christmas time
Got wraps like girls just got off of a fitness line
Yes I can be funny, yes I can do a couple jokes
No I'm not Bugs Bunny because that's not all folks!

[Bridge]
I got hipster threads on, fresh cut like a lawn
Yeah I sound good like bacon at the crack of dawn
I'm feeling good, I-I'm feeling good
I'm feeling good, I-I'm feeling good
All my homework's gone, jammin' to my song
Kicks so clean you can call me Fei Long
I'm feeling good, I-I'm feeling good
I'm feeling good, I-I'm feeling good

[Chorus]
Ooh boy, open your eyes
A girl like me ain't waitin' all night
Ooh boy, better think twice
I got that honey, that sugar, that spice
x2

[Verse 2]
How am I feeling? Like Mr. Goodbar
In more ways than one. I got wordplay like Jafar
I'm so sharp, touch me and you get sliced
My style is so neat, it's Ryan Gosling Nice
Writing in my notebook, the march of my ideas
You didn't misunderstand, I'm kicking like Adidas
Who else you know rocks bow ties every Tuesday?
I put in work so much I ain't trippin' on the due dates
I'm at where the impossible and possible meet
I'm a centipede podiatrist: look at all my feats!
Damn, dude, I crack myself up sometimes
Like a suicidal egg who ain't very wise
Too hot too handle: cast iron skillet
The Fresh Prince doing whatever, I did will it!
I am legend, hitch me with happiness, NICE!
Listening to Jazz like Will needs advice

[Bridge]
I got hipster threads on, fresh cut like a lawn
Yeah I sound good like bacon at the crack of dawn
I'm feeling good, I-I'm feeling good
I'm feeling good, I-I'm feeling good
All my homework's gone, jammin' to my song
Kicks so clean you can call me Fei Long
I'm feeling good, I-I'm feeling good
I'm feeling good, I-I'm feeling good

[Chorus]
Ooh boy, open your eyes
A girl like me ain't waitin' all night
Ooh boy, better think twice
I got that honey, that sugar, that spice
x2

Made in Awesome

[Chorus]
Oh sweet Tumblr. I drink from your water
Read from the Facebook: become a scholar
Where did I read it? I'm forever indebted
This world is an Amazon? I've already said it

[Verse 1]
It's Revenge of the Nerds every time I speak hater
Sometimes, my rhymes you won't get until 28 Weeks Later
Check me in The Room, in my zone, always gonna pwn
Vicious like Warriors, call me a Gladiator, I only roam
Even on my day off, I'm always putting work in
You hate me for certain? I don't give an eff: swag on virgins
You Gremlins and goblins can't mess with this real monster
I'm the real ruler and inches away from total conquer
Catch Me If You Can, I'm on a totally other level
I'm way too hot right now, playing WarGames with the Devil
Slicker than Grease, I say peace like a Priest
I increase my steeze because I've got more Gs
You couldn't hold a candle to me, let alone 16
My requiems for dreams are way too supreme
Way more than a citizen, equipped with a pimp cane
Call me the Sandlot crew because I've got game!

[Chorus]
Oh sweet Tumblr. I drink from your water
Read from the Facebook: become a scholar
Where did I read it? I'm forever indebted
This world is an Amazon? I've already said it

[Verse 2]
I'm running all around while you jacks stay stuck in a box
Napkin bibs, our crew mobs deep. We run this block
I bury MCs like dead Happy Meals, you want fries with that?
Well if I'm deeper than rap than I'm deeper than snack wraps
Yes I'm a big mac, you think that's a whopper?
I'm a deep fried baconaitor: heart stopper
I double down on the odds and come up with more cheese
Demeanor is like hamburger buns: I'm spreading out hella seeds!
Infamous, I've got more comebacks than the McRib
Like my slang? Like my words? You like the cut of my jib
In and Out, pop pop, like a drive by drive thru
I sound good like Taco Bell or iTunes
Breakfast talk all the time, talking about my bread
Well how about I make a toast to the haters instead
You want beef? Well I'll grill it up and what do you expect?
Trying to bite my style? Well dude, eat fresh!

[Chorus]
Oh sweet Tumblr. I drink from your water
Read from the Facebook: become a scholar
Where did I read it? I'm forever indebted
This world is an Amazon? I've already said it

[Verse 3]
I'm more dope and more crack than 30 Rocks
I can out verbal you any day. Sass level on Dr. Cox
I'm at home with the disses, what are you talking about?
Everywhere I go I see jokes about you, that's a Full House
Want to battle me? I make this to an American Horror Story
I got the Friday Night Lights to shine on my glory
Yes I'm the boss. I floss and chill so gangsta in my office
Fly without Wings, I'm too polished and flawless
I've got a gang of Friends, an entire Community
Did I do that? Doesn't matter like diplomatic immunity
I'm the Fresh Prince, Princess, Queen and King
Always taking first at reigionals and I don't gotta sing
Style on Freaks and Geeks, but it's way too unique
My technique is Gossip Girl sheik, everyday of the week
I revitalize entire neighborhoods: Orange County
I met all your mothers, you know it's true: don't even doubt me


[Chorus]
Oh sweet Tumblr. I drink from your water
Read from the Facebook: become a scholar
Where did I read it? I'm forever indebted
This world is an Amazon? I've already said it

Pacifist

[Verse 1]
And honestly, my honesty being questioned at every turn
Will make me reevaluate myself with every spurn
My stomach churns, my heart breaks and my head aches
My soul and the soles of my feet have made mistakes
More than any person should make, besides the fact
The point is I'm still intact but still under attack
Perfectly justified combat, don't pity me today
Don't feel bad for me tomorrow, I don't want the cliches
I want the peace of mind, not at war
I don't want the metaphors, I want to hear its core
Forgive, forget, regret, relive.
Let me die, let me live, let me grab a pan and sieve
Filter out all the ugliness and what is even left?
Half a human? Even less? That's not daft or deft
Theft of intellectual property, space in my mind
Blankness being taken over by steps that over wind
And everything falls apart, and everything crumbles
And the walls shudder and humbly I will continue to huddle
Crawl space, bold face, yes I am misplaced
This race, this pace, giving meaning to human waste
Stress builds up better than pre-school blocks now
And there's still a mess even if you knock it down
My fingers grip with the power of a vice
But my vices will remind me that I am not that nice
So I lose it and I fall. I leave without my all
Bleach my sins and let my voice echo off the wall
The heart grows 5 sizes bigger that day
But what if you start off with no heart to play?
Zero times anything is zero
Basically my life summed up, bad luck at a casino
Spin the wheel, roll the dice, flip the cards
The odds against you are stacked. This is way too hard
And that's what I told her, I want you to rub my head
I want you to tell me things will be alright instead
Hold me tighter, the cracks are getting bigger
Squeeze me too tight and I'll go off like a trigger
Walk that fine balance, I'm on the cool team
But without any friends is what it seems
So loneliness is my closest acquaintance
I don't want to say friends, because I'm afraid it's
Going to come true. Going to be reality
If I revisit and revise all my different strategies
Will you be mad at me? Will you rattle me?
Will you shake me until I go numb? Is this how it will be?!
I'm a mess. Even though I look clean
You think I'm nice. Even though I am mean
You think this, but I'll say it's that.
You want to chit but I won't want to chat
I want to talk. I want to see you face to face
I want to hear your voice. Please don't make haste
The fire is so warm, the sky is so clear
The stars look down on us only because they fear
They're a captive audience looking on stage
Let's perform for them, give them something for the age
So what do you say? Do we say good night?
Will we say good morning? Well, we might.
And if that's the case, let's be brief
I've got things on my chest locked up, be my thief
I'm afraid you'll pawn away those pieces of me
For everybody to have, but I'm willing to see


And if I need to return, I've got my receipt.

The One

And so Phineas awoke on a perfectly normal day
Eyes blinking away the thoughts but they stayed
Remnants of his dreams from last night
Still play in his head but he can't remember it completely right
Something about a girl and a boy and a fight
Maybe a purple giraffe trying to take flight
He chalks it up to nothing but still feels it
As he gets up from his bed and it's revealed this
Is the day his life changes from average to great
Even if you don't believe in destiny or fate
This is just a story on your plate
To make you understand and have a little taste
Phineas dragged his sleep heavy limbs
To the bathroom and looked in the mirror at him
Deciding to take a shower and brush his teeth
He skipped his normal routine of rolling up leaves
Feeling different this morning, a little more aware
Phineas takes a chance and sends a text to his lady fair
"Want to get some coffee in an hour?"
Then he heads straight into the shower
Hot water pelting his skin, refreshing his mind
Something clicked inside him to really feel his grind
"Today, I'm going to go get everything I want"
And his phone buzzes as soon as his shower stops
"Sure thing!" she replies back with a smiley face
And that is all he needs to feel right back in grace
Cleans up his apartment, tidies up his place
Headed out the door with his new shoes laced
Loafers and a vest, he feels fancy for some reason
Skinny jeans and a pea coat, still dressed for the cold season
Walking down the avenue, ear buds locked
He was going to take the bus, but decides to walk
Crisp air tickling his eyes and cleaning his lungs
Phineas feels the ladder and he's climbing every rung
Gets to the coffee shop and he sits by the window
He decides to order the coffees now, he takes off his pea coat
Orders a black coffee for him and a latte for her
And as he takes his seat with the drinks he knows for sure
That this day is special. This day is different.
This day is wonderful. This day he is living.
His nerves are steel, his spirit resolute
Today is the day to tell her the truth
To tell her how he really feels and to find out
What she's really about and hear it from her mouth
And not from the imagined situations
That he illustrates every night with complication
The door jingles as a new patron walks in
He looks up and his small smirk turns into a grin
She sits down and they soon begin to chit and chat
About this and that, about her, him and laugh
The mood mellows between them and he sense this moment
His eyes focus and he begins to assemble the components
Of the list compiled in his head that she needs to hear
It's now or never, not going to wait until New Years
"Look, we've known each other for quite some time now
And I don't really understand how
We haven't had this conversation before.
But basically..." He hesitates, pondering running out the door
"I'm sick of this town, I'm sick of my life.
I've cashed my savings and I'm leaving tonight."
She looks dumbfounded and blatantly confused
"And I'm not telling you to try to guilt you"
She looks around with an expression incredulous
Both staring at each other with thoughts ridiculous
"If you want to come you can, because I understand
You hate it here too, and I did plan
Enough money for us both if you decided to go."
With a stunned look and a slight shake no
Phineas gets up and leaves his new address
"Stay in touch with me, please." And now he has a second guess
As he walks away, what was supposed to happen
And right before he begins to imagine
He shakes away those thoughts, they only perplex
He's inches away from his new life. Just one step.
Just one more step.
Just one more step.

Flower

My swag so ill it deserves to be in a hospice
But of course there would be no way to stop this
And the problem is, that my awesome-ness
Is in the Danger Zone kind of like Kenny Loggins is
I'm more fly than you ostriches, the latter is preposterous
Droppin' this like the opposite of avalanche, that's hotness
Elemental rhymes like phosphorus, sicker than Honduras
This creature feature is not cookie but just as monstrous
Check this polished-ness, honor this labor so arduous
My metropolis of consciousness is so bottomless
So the commonness is poppin from the top of this esophagus
I martyr'd this and then authored it, Batman and Robin wit
Guarded this with garnishes of blossoms, it's
Obviously fresher than my Listerine Lozenges
Pardon this, but rappers looking more yellow than jaundice is
Which in turn tells me to roll out, swag on Optimus
This verse has kinship to cherries: no way in toppin' it
And on top of this, my accomplishments
Are experiments in displaying my forms of confidence
Observe my brain surgeon skills inside of rocket ships
Ponder this, my tone is never ever monotonous
And when I speak, I reach but none will ever respond to this
The steps I take and make couldn't be filled by colossus'
Cinderella man, rising up out of the humble novices
I'm winning every single round, victories flawlessness
Flow so fluid that the way I do it is compared to nautilus
Spiderman? Rhymer, damn, this dude is so marvelous
Aura so ominous the music is reaching the populous
Awfulness? Nah this craft is star, go ask Arcturus
Harmfulness is hardly the case with these fodder bits
If I were to take care of them, don't account the lawlessness
When you look it up, greatness with me is synonymous
And out of my acropolis comes more damage than Anonymous
I'm so fresh to death, outfit deft on top of the zombie-ness
In the end get Edgar Allen Pwned, out rapped by a novelist