The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
(I like) a really hot morn'
Wakin' up going at it so rough she get her top torn
I like feelin' like I shot porn
I like Buncha Crunch inside of my salted and buttered popcorn
Yeah, I like that, I like my people and crew
That know when it come to me they never take no fecal in you
I like (here we go) Android over iPhone
But I'm thinkin' of gettin' one equaling two
I like the fans, I feel like I'm y'all play brotha (yeah, yeah)
Super elite and I be rippin' it all day for ya (yeah)
I like red, white, black, and all gray colors (yeah)
And the ethnic aisle at Walmart is Raw Shea butter (yeah)
I like to (leave alone)
Issues and goin' all petty, rot in hell and you gets none
But I really like (Creed cologne)
If you ain't knowin' already I ain't tellin' you which one
I like I'm a Black king that'll bomb first and shoot
I like fat strings in my Converse and boots
And in my shell toes that I bought off a Melrose (yeah)
Without jackers tryna kill, me peel me like Velcro (yeah)
I like the high, bro, I've been when I go hidin'
I like to microdose chocolate Psilocybin (yeah)
Tech just showed out when I exit blowed route
I like grilled barbecue chicken at Texas Roadhouse
(I like) hey
Back then I used to daydream 'bout green and other things
(I like) hey
But now I'm stepping way clean, I'm king at everything
(I like) ayy
This ain't to make the fans bring me things, know what I mean?
(I like)
The way I'm spittin', the way that I'm living, ayy
(I like the way)
(I like) a lady not bringin' torture to me
Lucky me, I got that and really court her truly (yeah)
I like Victoria's Secret for her boobies
And because of my mother I like horror movies (yeah)
What really (moves me though)
Is havin' a get together with (who we know)
When they leave I clean up and I listen (to me flow)
In my all black Beats by Dre (studio)
Headphones (yeah, I like that, yeah)
We got guap, big cheese chunks (yeah)
'Cause my trio will not stop 'til we slump (yeah)
I like makin' the spot hop, watchin' me stunt (yeah)
Then I listen to Yacht Rock or P. Funk (yeah, yeah)
I like with skill I can't be handled (yeah)
Write like I'm back in the ghetto rockin' janky sandals (yeah)
Like I'm still writing heaters off in a stanky bando
Now I'm in my house or hotel I like my Yankee Candles (yeah)
I like to do it wit' the lights on
When the N9na be gettin' to it, it's like a cyclone
Hit my home, I rule it when I get the mic on
You know I'm really flowin' fluid wit' this "I Like" song (yeah)
I like to think my fans take the love in my music (yeah)
And use that so they can shake the drug
Problem one thing I like when I stand face to mug
You look me right in my eye with the handshakes or hugs, mane
Yeah, I like my plans to visit Africa
Uh-huh, and I'd like to see Jamaica and be smokin' that reefer
Yeah, yeah, or go to Greece to straight release
And I like when we go to Puerto Rico
Walkin' la placita wit' my mamacita
(I like) hey
Back then I used to daydream 'bout green and other things
(I like) hey
But now I'm stepping way clean, I'm king at everything
(I like) ayy
This ain't to make the fans bring me things, know what I mean?
(I like)
The way I'm spittin', the way that I'm living, ayy
(I like the way)
(I like)
Wakin' up going at it so rough she get her top torn
I like feelin' like I shot porn
I like Buncha Crunch inside of my salted and buttered popcorn
Yeah, I like that, I like my people and crew
That know when it come to me they never take no fecal in you
I like (here we go) Android over iPhone
But I'm thinkin' of gettin' one equaling two
I like the fans, I feel like I'm y'all play brotha (yeah, yeah)
Super elite and I be rippin' it all day for ya (yeah)
I like red, white, black, and all gray colors (yeah)
And the ethnic aisle at Walmart is Raw Shea butter (yeah)
I like to (leave alone)
Issues and goin' all petty, rot in hell and you gets none
But I really like (Creed cologne)
If you ain't knowin' already I ain't tellin' you which one
I like I'm a Black king that'll bomb first and shoot
I like fat strings in my Converse and boots
And in my shell toes that I bought off a Melrose (yeah)
Without jackers tryna kill, me peel me like Velcro (yeah)
I like the high, bro, I've been when I go hidin'
I like to microdose chocolate Psilocybin (yeah)
Tech just showed out when I exit blowed route
I like grilled barbecue chicken at Texas Roadhouse
(I like) hey
Back then I used to daydream 'bout green and other things
(I like) hey
But now I'm stepping way clean, I'm king at everything
(I like) ayy
This ain't to make the fans bring me things, know what I mean?
(I like)
The way I'm spittin', the way that I'm living, ayy
(I like the way)
(I like) a lady not bringin' torture to me
Lucky me, I got that and really court her truly (yeah)
I like Victoria's Secret for her boobies
And because of my mother I like horror movies (yeah)
What really (moves me though)
Is havin' a get together with (who we know)
When they leave I clean up and I listen (to me flow)
In my all black Beats by Dre (studio)
Headphones (yeah, I like that, yeah)
We got guap, big cheese chunks (yeah)
'Cause my trio will not stop 'til we slump (yeah)
I like makin' the spot hop, watchin' me stunt (yeah)
Then I listen to Yacht Rock or P. Funk (yeah, yeah)
I like with skill I can't be handled (yeah)
Write like I'm back in the ghetto rockin' janky sandals (yeah)
Like I'm still writing heaters off in a stanky bando
Now I'm in my house or hotel I like my Yankee Candles (yeah)
I like to do it wit' the lights on
When the N9na be gettin' to it, it's like a cyclone
Hit my home, I rule it when I get the mic on
You know I'm really flowin' fluid wit' this "I Like" song (yeah)
I like to think my fans take the love in my music (yeah)
And use that so they can shake the drug
Problem one thing I like when I stand face to mug
You look me right in my eye with the handshakes or hugs, mane
Yeah, I like my plans to visit Africa
Uh-huh, and I'd like to see Jamaica and be smokin' that reefer
Yeah, yeah, or go to Greece to straight release
And I like when we go to Puerto Rico
Walkin' la placita wit' my mamacita
(I like) hey
Back then I used to daydream 'bout green and other things
(I like) hey
But now I'm stepping way clean, I'm king at everything
(I like) ayy
This ain't to make the fans bring me things, know what I mean?
(I like)
The way I'm spittin', the way that I'm living, ayy
(I like the way)
(I like)
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
Things I Like Lyrics as written by Aaron Yates Aaron Hall
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