Beat 100 - Benny Sings, Mocky, Cola Boyy

Yo, I’m a sharpshooter

Little do she know her boy’s a pro song crooner

Sings a pretty song, remind her of the good times

Sings a sad song, remind her that she’s on his mind

You got the smiley face but I’m the one who’s yellow

Solely fading into red and not-so-friendly fellow

I hit the party anyway to turn up with my friends

I’m fucked up spinning 'round and 'round

(Here da Benny here)

Let’s go, I’m still touring in Japan

They call me «Mocky-san», they like to stan

(I love you, too)

I drop a matakubranei

That’s how you say

I’ll be back with the world’s biggest backpack

Spread your wings like an eagle or an osprey

'Cause this is music, not cosplay

So you can hold the cheese on those NFTs

'Cause I’m a triple threat, arm bass, drums, and keys

Marc, you on that work right now, homie

I told Benny the same thing

You just gotta let 'em know how you feel

(Oh, shit)

Been such a long time since I seen your smile

(Damn, I miss it)

Let me think about it for a minute

Let me think about it for a while

I can’t shake the memory, memory of you on my mind

All I wanna do is smoke a joint with you

And kiss you one last time

Been such a long time since I seen your smile

(Damn, I miss it)

Let me think about it for a minute

Let me think about it for a while

I can’t shake the memory, memory of you on my mind

All I wanna do is smoke a joint with you

And kiss you one last time