Pogs & Slammers - Coast Modern

She’s my passion orange guava

That body’s hot as lava

Pogs and slammers

Pogs and slammers

When we come together

It’s like cardboard meeting metal

Pogs and slammers

Pogs and slammers

When I met her on the sidewalk she was throwing down

She had a skull and cross bones, and an evil clown

I whipped out my disk and presented it with pride

A single tear formed at the corner of her eye

She’s my passion orange guava

That body’s hot as lava

Pogs and slammers

Pogs and slammers

When we come together

It’s like cardboard meeting metal

Pogs and slammers

Pogs and slammers

We made a simple trade in the parking lot

An eyeball for a spider, I felt like a hot shot

She left satisfied, what more can I say

Seems like both of us had a pretty slammin' day

Woah, pogs and slammers

Woah, pogs and slammers

Woah, pogs and slammers