Check Kenny

[Verse 1: serengeti]

Stace’s back in town, she's returned from almost twenty years

Ain't seen her since Calamity, she's taller now and dresses weird

Well not weird, but you can tell, she's even beyond New York

A whole lot of odd tattoos, her neck is long like a stork

And she sang a song, tunnel vision, the world's around me black

All about my Julie J and how she isn't coming back

Rather that, she ain't been here since 1993

Everything was unreal, I found apartment 6E

I went away, shaved the stache, bought a Buick Reatta, cash

Got a job, a breakfast truck, 94 overpass

I walk to work, I tape my thoughts a little micro tape I bought

Minnesota's winter's cold, I'm 57 years of old

Every day my Julie J, I gave away my gift Girbauds

I press record and now it's stored, devastated, sad, and bored

I walk to work, 4AM, not a place to park the car

3200 west of Western, I look at the stars

[Chorus]

I got drops, I got drops

I got, got, got drops

I got drops, I get

I drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drops

I drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drops

[Verse 2: serengeti]

One day I slipped on the ice, thought I almost broke my wrist

Ice was hid beneath the snow, plus my Brooks, they got no grip

I'm limpin' home, busted knee, make it back to my abode

Elevator goin' up, wrist swollen, fingers cold

My pad is small, twin bed, VHS, a couple flicks

I get, sometimes, twenty-three, an HVR, I play with it

For dinner I just eat spaghetti, frozen bag of green beans

Foggy memories, Brazil, Julie's face is peaceful still

Reach down and grab my tape, record my thoughts so I can sleep

Gotta be at the overpass, 10 to 5, six days a week

Second pair of wet jeans, dryin' by the radiator

Bulls winter starter jacket, busted by the percolator

Where's my tape, I think it's gone, I see my jacket pocket's ripped

Routines can be over turned, one step, one fateful slip

Holiday after holiday, days turn to a couple years

I even left the city and the raucous, happy, city cheer

Used to be Kenny Dennis, best friends with Maureen and Curtis

And my brother T, Lamont, and my mother D

I guess it's sorta weird, a person just disappears

Packs up and leaves, I thought J was overseas

[Chorus]

I got drops, I got drops

I got, got, got drops

I got drops, I get

I drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drops

I drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drops