This number is inspired by the popularity of Monday's post and my secret desire to star in a music video.
Where my keys at? Where my keys at? Where my phone at? Where my phone at? Where my phone... Oh, wait. I'm talking on it. Hey, can I call you back? Cool. Thanks.
My New Year's goal was to be on time but as I sit here and pen this rhyme (I know) with Dillon and Blake and baby Cate Like Liz Taylor we be fashion'bly late
In my Honda Pilot, in my Honda Pilot, in my Honda Pilot, in my Honda Pilot
Back in the day I danced hip hop Now I'm spinning Bieber and Kidz Bop You may say my ride is wack But we got room for Lou Mello... he can fit in the back
Of my Honda Pilot, of my Honda Pilot, of my Honda Pilot, of my Honda Pilot
You know it don't matter how we roll A bike, the bus or a car that's old We got an upgrade but we're still no frills When we cruise around town we keep it real
In the Honda Pilot, in the Honda Pilot in the Honda Pilot, in the Honda Pilot (fade out)
Yo. Word to McDonald's.