Stick Around lyrics

by

Madlib


It's well in hand
Five fingers and a palm and a plan
Young Martin Sheen starin' up at the fan
Send me up the river bumpin' Steely Dan
I'll get a real nice tan
Make some real nice friends like a young Larry Fishburne
Going real well, don't p*ss in the cistern
Life's a b*tch, I'm not dating her sister
I got both them whores on the floor playin' Twister
So just let me go on like a blister
In the sun, six-six guns in fist fer
Anyone who feels they wanna challenge the kid
Grew talons and a tail and the challenger hid
Like JD Salinger did
And it's a perfect day to banana your sh*t
I'm an amateur pro, yeah, that's my whole paradigm
I'll take a pair of dimes anywhere they wanna dine
No joke job, no D. Carradine
No Hutchins, I must just stick around and shine
Like the son of the sun
Told my weapons expert put a gun on my gun
He was like "Right you are sir
But funds are low, please don't buy the bar, sir
[?] drag race on Mars, sir
Blow up the stars, put your face where the stars were"
So [?] get my plans back
Or find more villages to pillage and ransack
Or hijack the NASDAQ
One percent of that, and put it on black
Put a mask on my face
And ask for a case broad day in a chase
Take a pretty bank teller by the hand
"Baby, you can tell me all about it on the lam"
[Chorus]
It's well in hand
The girls and the palm in the sand
The jankiest among us still can luck out
So Frankie says chill the f*ck out
It's well in hand
The girls and the palm in the sand
The jankiest among us still can luck out
So Frankie says chill the f*ck out
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