PAUL CURRERI, who created this video for his wife, DEVON SPROULE's birthday, explains: "This is a hella serious big willie rap vid for all my boomhead posse world ova out there missing hittin' skins or just lampin' wit dey breezies. This bangin' joint krunked out starstruck from a dogtown of mad luv for my supa-fly bootch."

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You're in my rearview - backpack repacking like
You do - bagga apples bowling past your
Perty new show shoes - flight papers blowing
Timbuktu - Corolla rolling off sad and
Without you -- airport sky:
Deeply blue -- me too, I love you.

Days pass, not fast, recycle Bud Light glass,
Racquetball smashing till opponents get smash rash.
But listen... I ain't even so-so, no no, I'm so low, solo.
Bored and bordeauxed...

So I try to skype you baby, cause the mower won't chop.
I try to write you baby, but my flow don't pop.
The cat eats a stink bug and burps that stanker.
I'm video-gaming like a middle-aged wanker.
New Yorker cartoons getting dank and danker.
I'm a ship gone shit wrong without my anchor.

Cast your mind way backwards -- Greenville, Woodstock --
Wading in a stream of simpatico non-stop.
I was showing you D chords, and you was showing me kindness;
I was buying you cheap beer, and you was blowing my mindness.
Yoko showing John what could be said,
Bob Dylan ping-ponging Joan Baez,
Krasner there somewhere in Jackson's splatter,
Dora Maar say, "Pablo, what's the matter?"

I knew then where'd we'd been and where we was still heading,
But today's your birthday and there's twice too much bedding.
Each day's a worse day without you, and spreading.
I just miss you, wanna kiss you, revisit our wedding.

If not for you, it ain't worth having it
If not for you, I wouldn't have a file cabinet
If not for you, I wouldn't spark the torch
If not for you, I be pissing off the porch
If not for you, I wouldn't earn no interest
If not for you, I wouldn't have a water purifier
If not for you, I wouldn't have any incandescent bulbs
If not for you, no salad-spinning personal fire

Honey, how your shows goin? You making mad duckets w. your
Easy-going impeccable delivery of
Life-growing brightly eyed tales so
Mind-blowingly told as your birthday arrives and then
Keeps going?
Now I got my flow flowing, and once again it's you who
I'm owing -- the thought of you be getting my
Crow crowing, bow bowing, row rowing
Show showing, throw throwing, go going,
Glow glowing.

It's a birthday call from Paul.
Do you accept the charges?
It's beautiful birthday call.
Do you accept the charges?
It's a beautiful booty call,
And it's on your birthday.
It's a booty call from Paul --
The best birthday present ever.

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