I'm wishing I was fishin' with the kids from new edition

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
Imagine them as some hipsters on bikes
Imagine them on a ball and a star with some dykes
If I like the girl, who cares who you like?

Pause when I write as hard
Not to be blind by the light
Lines you sight tonight excite the fight
Say hi to kites
Ben Franklin white

It's like it's full of stars that burn to bright
On the shore to ensure Pauly Shore is your buddy
A little champagne and now the girls are bubbly
Every second makes sense and time is money
"Where's Johnny?" she said
Less talk, more head
Minnesota
She purified her body in the Lake Minnetonka

I'm wishing I was fishin' with the kids from new edition

Ronnie, Bobby, Ricky, and Mike
I need a tenderoni to blow me and my homies
Why you brag how you know me to the phonies
Running lonely with my discredit cronies
I got my tux locked on cam
While you the sixth man Stan


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Fishin' with the New Edition song meanings
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