[ Featuring the Overshare ]
Come on everybody, better get out my way
Kept down long enough, I am a man today
Ready to hit the town, let there be no mistake
Inhale the sweet smoke of three candles on the cake
I tell you what to do, I'm the lord of this crib
All done with peek a boo, get my Versace bib
Too cool for preschool, cold as an icicle
Done with the stroller, time for the tricycle
Take this town gonna trike up a storm
Three long years since the day I was born
Round and round let's trike up a storm
Three big wheels and ready for more
Rollin' down the driveway, rims gleaming in the sun
No one gets in my way, it's time to have fun
Pop wheelies in the air, playin' with fire
No hands and no breaks, no pacifier!
Take this town gonna trike up a storm
Three long years since the day I was born
Round and round let's trike up a storm
Three big wheels and ready for more
On the block they call him the viper in a diaper
If he drinks juice after five he gets a little hyper
Thirty six months he's been chained, held and burped and potty trained
He will take you down just like a sniper
Listen here dad, if that's even your real name
No more hide and seek, 'cause I'm tired of your games
I am my own man now, that you can't deny
I want the whole world to hear me cry waaaahhhh!
Take this town gonna trike up a storm
Three long years since the day I was born
Round and round let's trike up a storm
Three big wheels and ready for more
