Lyrics:
Morning
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jordan Peterson, Johnathan Johnson
I know you’re probably gonna hate me in the morning
Even though I
Fun Hat
Move up to take a bootlegger down, but Martin loves its brown
Even the mayor used to make, & the chief was on the take
Johnson's store yonder
Through many mediums
The media's
Comedians
Feeding us shit by an elite power hungry design
They're totally depriving us of living real lives
They try
don't come with no jealousy
My illness don't come with no remedy (walk on by)
I am so much fun without Hennessy
They just want my love and my energy (walk
"I grabbed the mic and try to say, 'yes
Y'all' "
(Starin' at the world through my rearview)
("Somebody in the house say YEAH!")
"I grabbed
of my childhood will never be forgotten
It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't
you an expert. And if that's the case
By my count I'm right around a 100k
And nowhere close to even being done today
Catching sun rays. Like I'm
Hen.Hen.Hen.Oo
My African queen cocoa butter
Baby I nor fit sleep anymore Oo
Because I need you by my side
Girl on a normal day
My baby make we dey Oo
My African
It’s Another one
Something different
Something new
Baby you are you are
My firefly
Just stay right by my side
Do not do not
Don’t leave my side
I
yeah
Get by get high yeah yeah
Get by get by yeah yeah
Aye mane
Im bout to
Take flight
I get up
Out in
Orbit
Everywhere
Atomic
She feelin
On my stomach
Alright, watch this … [spoken words, Lonnie Johnson]
Storm is risin', rain begins to fall.
Storm is risin', rain begins to fall.
I'm all alone by
過ごしてるんじゃないかい?
Is that a clock in your hand?
Oh, stop wasting your time
目を閉じて浮かべてごらん
青い空と海と波しぶきのこと
Oh, music by my side
このまま歌いたい
everybody 今宵はみんなどんな感じ
meet me
in his back (blah)
Put it all in your back (nigga)
I fell in love with the swag
That drip come from outta pan
I put my block on the map (map)
I swear I
niggas didn't even try come around
This shit is so crazy
The streets done made me
The hoe try to play me
My dawg did me shady
Let's speak on the facts lil
How you wanna act?
I hope civilized 'cause I love to see niggas die
Brains all leakin' out on the street
And the pastor preachin' "He was a good man"
my lyrics like basketball players
NFL teams walk up unbenouced
Excuse me! I'm talkin to Tristar Pictures right now
Keyshawn Johnson I heard you
Fatrocious, flows be cocked from KC to Wisconsin
My killer flow makes me jerk my Johnson
[Verse 2]
Mushroom headed keeps me pathetic,
But the ?
Treating life
my back yard
I'm Bumpy like Johnson, they call me D-Don
My shit's so dope when you smoke you nod
And I spit that shit that leave you holy like
with gasoline drawers on (AOWW!)
I'm the portrait of a hustler, and once again it's on
I still got money buried in my back yard
I'm Bumpy like Johnson
gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger
gone as far as asking if I could get with her
I just play love by ear and hope she gets the picture
I'm shooting for her heart, got my finger
(Dolly Parton)
My train of thought was broken by a sudden burst of laughter
Something badly needed to brighten up the chores
Seemed old Mrs.
Biddy-da-do, boo'd up
Hear my heart go ba-dum, boo'd up
Biddy-da-do, it just won't stop, it go
Head over heels in love
Right in front of you, ain't gotta
I got the energy
Who gonna run it wit I
Why they gone try
Think that I lie
Look at this life and you know that I'm right
Taking my time an I'm
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