Rahul Roy, you’ve been immortalized in song by Hendej15. Hope you’re enjoying shootin’ the breeze while others are sweating it out… :
Mr. Rogers once said it’s great to my neighbor
Fed the fish, out the door, ridin’ up the escalator I see they all gettin’ low, eyes bloodshot and red Ain’t gonna meet shorty in this club coz it’s a club to the head
Eyes on the upper deck for Vader with a saber See our boy Rahul Roy shootin’ the breeze I get to my level but it ain’t up to my level, man it’s downright disheveled But I finna fight through this test like a Tasmanian devil
L2 in the fast lane Gotta board that plane to fame So let me hear you shout And make this count
My B A 3 Platinum got em all trippin’ Second store, second recall Punching back faster than Takata in freefall Custom chrome cash flow keys Solve my problems like Febreze Snake leather wrapped keys - Bae I ain’t be caught slippin’
L2 in the fast lane Gotta board that plane to fame So let me hear you shout And make this count
Start the time hit my Rolex Burnin’ the rubber my cerebral cortex Hour in, leave my station Test owes me two drinks and a standin’ ovation - but Guess what, it never came They say gotta walk by foot to fame
