Lyrics

verse 1:
It shines like Vaseline/ front page on magazines/
And smells like hot metal, motor oil and gasoline/
Man and his machine/ best friends since 15/
Not even a new queen on the scene can come between/
Sedans and limousines, air crafts and submarines/
That growl when pedals pushed down so passively/
Accelerated senses, accessories expensive/
Pretentious, behind the wheel whatever the event is/
New school or vintage/ bought, leased or rented/
If ever dented, he gon' need some therapy for venting/
Just keep him attentive/ on interiors that scented/
This his happy place, where he goes to release all the tension/
Don't breach his experience/ from speakers that's Meridian/
Plus the tech on the console will make em go delirious/
It's serious, the fact that, where he spends his stacks at/
Reminds him of a flashback, but now he's on the fast track/
Points on his cash backs, funds on the NASDAQ/
Keeps him reaching for his briefcases, duffle bags and backpacks/
And they all got labels, logos and brass clasps/
Posting on his profile, "the toys" by the hashtag/

hook:
The joys of toys, these boys will enjoy/
Celebrating noise, you can hear it their voice/
For everything that they toil, all the bills and the coins/
Whether broke or employed, they gon' spend it on the toys/

verse 2:
Let me be candid and expand it for those who don't understand it/
How a man is with his toys and how them toys keep him standing/
The pressures of this world can be defeating and demanding/
Plus all the lust and the lies that's competing for his standards/
How he handles the panics and makes it seem organic/
Gives him a tough skin outer shell harder than ceramic/
And y'all wonder why he don't laugh, he don't cry, don't smile/
Play this track for him and he gon' bear witness like he on trial/
Objections is what he faces every time he steps in/
Situations where he's gotta overturn perceptions/
And he don't get exceptions, or a few extra concessions/
And at home, she directs him to all his imperfections/
So give him some possessions to let him bury stress in/
4k TVs where he watches his wrestling/
X-boxes and drones, laptops and phoneses/
Even at the crib, a man gon' want a cave like he's homeless/
3D prints of lasers, Pit Bosses and Traegers/
Yetis and tool sets, he's competing with his neighbors/
Don't forget the golf clubs, the watches and the jewelry/
Tickets to the game and a night out at the brewery/
Vacation highlights, celebrity party invites/
Jet-skis, home theaters to get him enticed/
So for that flicker of joy, here’s just a little insight/
For overworked dull boys, playing will make him ignite/

hook:

(All work and no play, makes a man a dull boy.
Let him have them toys y'all. Let him play a little bit.
He'll be better for it.)