about
It's a cold, blustery evening in NE as 4 men enter a one-bedroom, lofted ceiling apartment. After a few attempts at jamming with no direction, singing FOMO a cappella for a while, and scratching their heads, Let's Play Frisbee emerged as the Band's first, and most simplistic, piece of work.
lyrics
FOMO bringin' noise
We bringin' Beastie Boys
We fuck with the glocks and
We makin' lotta noise.
We ain't bringin' soft
We fuckin' bring it hard
We bringing fat shit
Man, we're talkin lotsa lard
We talkin' lotsa skeet skeet skeet in your face
Man, we disgrace place race ate in my face
N***a What.
Man we call it pizza hut slicin'
we dice it
we fly shit
we high shit
and draws
Man, we got draws on
We home with this crispy
foam, with the poam, with the bone with frisbee
Let's Play Frisbee
Let's Play Frisbee
Let's Play Frisbee Yeah
Yeah
Let's Play Frisbee Yeah
Let's Play Frisbee Yeah
Drop it
credits
from
Wrapping Paper,
track released December 23, 2011
Wheeler - 1's and 2's
Mccool - Guitars
Ritterspach and Peterson - backing "vocals"
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