Captain Max

I've got little bottle rockets hiding in my sweaty pockets

Plotting Commy plots to wreck the mix and turn us all into Communists

Killing crickets in the blitz with Agent 56

Smokin all our vodka drinkin all our red red cigarettes

And I'm not gettin through

I thought y'all knew

Will you drop the one into my cage in the Oakland Zoooooooooo

I'm out coolin with the Captain Max

I'm out coolin with the Captain Max

Ahoooooo

Till the love comes back (Alright)

Life in Technicolor times another sucker down the line

Another day another dime another page another line

And I'm still comin up

Yeah I just don't give a fuck naw

This KGB thing baby is gonna fuck you up

You gotta rock rock shimmy shimmy pop pop gimme gimme

Bang bang baby come on we got to get it on

I met my connection and I'ma roll my way back home (Oh look out y'all)

I'm out coolin with the Captain Max

I'm out coolin with the Captain Max

I must move and let the hype refract

I'm out coolin with the Captain Max

Ahoooooo

Till the love comes back (Alright)