Blvd Pimpin' - Eric Biddines

I wasn’t always this cool happen to grow into it

The type of flyness only parakeets and eagles do it

Landed on something rugged, turned into smooth sails.

Floating like styrofoam

I’m lighter than some Nike airs

It’s seems as if I’m gliding, surrounded oxygen

These jits around me look up to me saying I’m the man

I don’t describe or like to define what style is.

It ain’t about prices or

popular denim I wear

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Long live.

The average Dude

Cool type of fella I’m the shit like a bathroom

Flying down the avenue.

Blvd pimpin on the strip in a 3 peace suit.

So cold

Pulled up with keys handed to the valet Parker

A podium with reservation written for my squadron

Addressed as Mr Biddines.

I laugh with humor call me Eric or shout out to

planetcoffeebean you do a

Good job at my service I’m no better than you humans.

We get caught up in the

image of celebrity computers

Trick us with them YouTube views and random tweeting.

Defeating the whole

purpose of the image we creating

I’m roller skating on words drifting on sound shaking hands kissing babies and

dapping who ever round

Humble like a don’t have a name I’m taking vowels for I-O-U all attention if I

don’t them I’m without

That presence that I dream of.

You never seen a, player taking time out for all

of his believers

Old school like regale and chevys and chrome vogues tinted windows with the AC

on chill picking my nose cuz it’s

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