Me And Steve

Song: Me And Steve

Album: Toussaint Morrison Is Not My Boyfriend

Artist: Toussaint Morrison

Written by Toussaint Morrison

Released August 21, 2012

ref: http://toussaintmorrison.bandcamp.com/track/me-and-steve

We’re gonna steal away

And fly on bikes down Espanola all day

Won’t fight the change

We’ll let it ride, see if it can keep with our pace

It ain’t the price of anything

This moment’s already ours

Tell me the place and I’ll be there, It ain’t a question of where,

I’m floatin’ in the highest gear, ain’t no cop or stoplight gon’ slow me down

Yeah, school’s out for summer- we outta here

I can see clearly now it’s here

We gonna do it ‘til Wisconsin is outta beer

And you can find me long boardin’ down the hill

These jabronis lookin’ like they about to spill

Textin’ and rollin’: opposite of trill

Tell your friends I could have Steve swoop’em

I only got room for you on the beach cruiser

Bus’ it. Nice shades, low skirts

King Kong’n on my chest screamin’ “no more homework”

We Peter-Park’n in the streets- no covert

Newly graduated ego with a growth spurt

Aim for the fence swingin’ no choke-up

Either hit the sheets or hit the streets- go buck

This day was only mean for us

Go bike or go rust

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Me and Steve

We gonna ride our bikes

Down to the beach and go hang

Take it how you please

Join if you’d like

Bring your woes, worry, and faith

Ain’t no clock gon’ tell me the time

Ain’t no school or boss gon’ tell me what’s mine

Chorus

Can’t love, can’t hurt

But you been eyein’ me since the first midterm

So, what you gon’ do about it? Go cold, love?

Passive ‘til it passes- so Minnesota.

We in the big picture, now blown up

I ain’t goin’ H.A.M. ‘til I finish my okra

Hold tight, we run red in the streets

I’d make time for you, Arab Spring or finals week

No status update, headlines are cheap

Plus it’s way too nice out to tweet

We layin’ in the sun bumpin’ ODB

Homie, you can’t teach how it’s supposed to be

Fallacy or dream, the other can’t compete

When you make it a reality, no need to sleep

Hop in the ride, one way to South Beach

I’ll introduce you to my main man Steve

Chorus