Pickwick Season

Counce Primary
Memphis Secondary
Lake praise daily
Church monastery
My sanctuary built around
My ideal itinerary

Wake up to a meal at R and Bs
Order OMG with a side of sweet tea
Please me
By pouring more creamer in my coffee
Easy, hold up
I got people to do and things to see
Lotta sisters and brothers
Who wanna party with me
Pickwick University
No judgement here, diversity
Reunion every summer, anniversary
Its a party all the time
When you on that lake grind
Just in case I go missing
I'm in the woods pissin'
Just listen, I'm spending
All of my time over Christmas
Pickwick reminiscing
See we have a system
Gotta few rules in case we didn't mention
Suspension for negative intentions And giving all these women overdue And well deserved attention

So If it's Pickwick Season
Then I ain't gotta have a reason
I'm just doin my thang
And always stayin true to the southern slang
We can take the party to dry creek cove
And show em all how we lose control
And if I die right here tonight
Well that to me sounds quite alright

Listen up y'all
I got boats to drive
Got ropes to climb
Got dimes to find
In my down time
Step aside Darryl
Said the people
As Lane climbed the steps
And claimed the Steeple
This is my foundation
My salvation
Nothing here except for good vibrations
Open invitation
Here's my location
Let's all take a summer long vacation
Lob me a brewski
Pour it up and drink it
If y'all ain't with me
Then what is y'all thinking
See we get a little frisky
When all we got to sip on is Hennessy and Tennessee Whiskey
Risky business
God as my witness
I'm about to finish
With a 100 percentage
But this is all real
That's nonfiction
Overdosed on Pickwick but
That's a daily prescription
Like a soda can
We poppin
We losin our minds
Unconscious
But we're all alright
And we're feelin Gucci
Doin anything we can
Just to get a smoochie, but it's
Shades on
And thighs out
Lemme show y'all how we do it in the dirty south
Yall lookin for a good time?
Step into my office
You can try ya hardest but ya never gonna stop us

So If it's Pickwick Season
Then I ain't gotta have a reason
I'm just doin my thang
And always stayin true to the southern slang
We can take the party to dry creek cove
And show em all how we lose control
And if I die right here tonight
Well that to me sounds quite alright