Troy Junker - The Avenue Lyrics

I can't lie about the fact I'm so P.A
You couldn't even order that style off of ebay
Shouts out to DK, he got me on replay
Every damn weekend and weekday
I'm trying to get that cheese like a motherf*cking cheese cake
I'm trying to get more cheese than Philly cheesesteaks
And rap is my sport homie, no EA
And you know I murder every track I'm on you can call me D-Day
Weed is a need so I don't grow an ego
Ice and some A&W with a bit of C-Mo
I want to see mo', C-notes in my BMO
I'm always trying to score I should change my name to Gino
And I'm on a marathon no Boston
Came from nothing but the pots and
Pots and pans in the boxes
Now its bands in the boxes, Im grinding call me Eric Koston

Yeah I'm back on the avenue (like the boy never left)
Yeah I'm back on the avenue (and I just woke up this afternoon, aye)
Yeah I'm back on the avenue (like the boy never left)
Yeah I'm back on the avenue (just popped a vitamin, yabadabadoo)

Yeah I got flow, AC Slater
My homie roll the blunts, he should be a baker
I'm something like a young Jaromir Jagr with two shots of Jager
I'm about to blow the breakers
And the moon coming out say ou voir to the sun
Say hello to the pretty girl with rings in her tongue
She likes her hair better when it's up in a bun
But we're about to go dumb for the fact that we're young
So what you mixing up, up in your strong sprite
And when you heading home, do you giver like all night?
Oh this is your house that we at on Albright
Making flippy cups, flip shit like Sean White
And I remember, sliding down Ipsco
Three-double-two-five-six was the zip code
I drive fast while I sip slow, I leave soon
Gotta make my dough flip like a flip phone

Yeah I'm back on the avenue (like the boy never left)
Yeah I'm back on the avenue (and I just woke up this afternoon, aye)
Yeah I'm back on the avenue (like the boy never left)
Yeah I'm back on the avenue (just popped a vitamin, yabadabadoo)