Lyrics:
Yea yea
Yea yea
And I don’t really care what they say
Ima do me either way
Get the money
Get the money
Get paid
I’m just living life
Day By Day
Day
'Cause I've been to Majorca, and by that's a corker
I've been to Pompeii and Herico-alanium
The French Riviera, where the ladies are barer
I've even
these themes,
That means it hurts me.
Really?
*laughs*
Sorry, but that's really childish.
I saw too much, I did too much,
I went through a lot to be
around me think I'm just an average Joe
I went from bad to goat
No, no there ain't no fire
But she still grab the pole, ha, yeah
Listen, you gotta measure
I woke up
In a morning
It was DARK and COLD
My blankets won't let me out
But couldn't go back
To my SLEEP
I knew
So I got up
From my sofa
Fed my
the kitchen
"Johnny, don't be late!"
So Johnny rolled out of bed at a quarter to eight
Went to the kitchen
Ate the breakfast that his momma made
Finished his
the morning
Get the crust up out my eyes
The sun is beaming hard, the birds is
Chirping I'm still alive
Check my phone twice, notifications
From last night
When the ears on the hound
Went up and around
I turned and looked out passed my fence
A truck threw dirt in the sky
Nearly twenty foot high
As I
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
Christmas morning
I pull out a pen and write a rhyme when I'm boning
Me I'm tripping, let me light my Phillie blunt
Oh there goes my beeper, what
I stared out my window and I looked into the night
And then, all of a sudden, through my window I could see
Santa Claus was flying by and smiling
Had a cold beer for breakfast
A few more at lunch
Had four or five at suppertime
By eight o clock I was drunk
In the morning I won't remember
Any
coming from your sound
Pullin' me 'round this basement
You found someone to fall apart with
In my car
As the morning comes
Your shadow leaves
And I'm all
a ratatouille, you goofy
I can't fuck with your kind, that's unheard of
Went from copping dubs, now we whipping up them pies
I can tell you pussy by the look in
nigga, day one to the end
Swear to God, they ain't stopping us
I've been told by a bitch I'd never leave, wake up the next morning, see no keys
I've been
myself, maybe you went out
To get me a cup of coffee,
Maybe you got lost along the way,
I hate that I sit by the phone waiting for you to call me
Baby, why
your tears, there's no time to weep (No time to weep)
Stop overthinking, count all your sheep (Count all your sheep)
By the time it floods, I'll be out
thinking, “Yo, I’m out of here.”
I said all that shit this morning wearing mountain gear
Cause in NYC, the skyline feel like mountains here.
Call my mama for
people could not understand
So when came the hour
He turned down the power
Marched out to the mountains to
Lounge and grow flowers
Each morning Lord Nordak
the court room my trial began
Where I was handled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about.
Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
In the morning, crack of dawn and
Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this paging me
Who the fuck is this? Paging me at 5:46
In the morning, crack of dawn and
Now I'm yawning, wipe the cold out my eye
See who's this paging me
the same"
I woke up at 8 o'clock in the morning
Then I met up and had lunch with Jack Goring
We went to the park to go and relax
Then we chilled for a bit
We didn’t speak when I first met you
As time went on by, thought you were kinda cute
Then every time you smiled, I slowly knew
That you were the one
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