[Lyric] Stick Around (DC Pierson)

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 piss in the cistern
Life's a bitch, 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 shit
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 fuck 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 fuck out