Lyrics:
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth and busted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times
and toast and honey
And a bowl of orange juice too
And the light poured in like butterscotch
Stuck to all my senses
Oh, won't you stay we'll put on the day
a Chelsea mornin'
And the first thing that I knew
There was milk and toast and honey
And a bowl of oranges too
And the light poured in like
of mock orange filled the air.
We rode with the vaqueros, down into cool rivers of green.
I was sure the work and that smile coming out 'neath your hat
cereal
I'd even have some orange juice too
On other days my favorite is
Boiled eggs and toast
And sometimes a stack of pancakes is
The breakfast I love
diamonds, need a Squeegee
These niggas watered down, they drinkin' Fiji
My whip is orange and brown like I'm in Cleveland
My bitch is Mello Yello like
got pocket seats, them bitches orange, nigga (Hermes)
We CMG grizzly, we just sold out the Forum
Yeah, hit a button on that new don and watch it
and the donuts are Dunkin'
Friday night and Jamaica, Queens funkin'
Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast
morning, and the first thing that I knew
There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too
And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck
and the first thing that I knew
There was milk and toast and honey
And a bowl of oranges too
And the light poured in like butterscotch
And stuck to all my
morning, and the first thing that I knew
There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too
And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck
to deliver, but Money had me too close
to reach for toast, soon as that nigga blink I broke ghost
Dash back to South Orange Ave with dollar bill to smoke dope
morning, and the first thing that I knew
There was milk and toast and honey and a bowl of oranges, too
And the sun poured in like butterscotch and stuck
holes in my photo
NOPE!, HOPE!, hold toast, no jokes, send slugs through your Polo
Just cause our thug roll solo
And po' zone grown folk, be a cold
ourselves in them, rejoice and cry
Boats arrive as boats are leaving
And the bedclothes are a tide
Everything pulled from its mooring
Toast the new friends
the mornings when weed butter our croissants
Then we’d move to the kitchen and toast each others pecans
I wanna take you shopping like I used to did
Buy you
Baby
I'm the best for you
You add color to my canvas
Make me feel like glitter
Win your heart
Eat it up
Like a chicken dinner
But Orange ya glad that
Okay fermez-là
Ce p'tit matin, j'me suis levé, j'ai pris mes toasts pis mon café
J'ouvre mon frigo, j'prends mon yogourt, mais qu'est-ce que j'vois,
I read a book, yesterday
Written by a traveler
Hilly place of orange and coffee trees
Took me there I dreamt about
Had a walk, early in the morning
Hi my names Anton, origin planet Krypton
Green like Crypto, New Orleans not oranges
Not talking Lipton, well I just leaped on
Swept y'all, money
My girl is my juice
She is so boring
And I just rhymed Orange
Yeah
I just rhymed fucking orange!
Hahahaha
Feet up i'm reclining
On an island
Crown
on our big Thanksgiving Day
Roast beef. Mashed potato mound
Warm fire with it's orange glow
The kids are running to and fro
It's celebration time
with orange sherbet
I feel fresh I feel clean, you feel me cause I still think
There's love here lets toast it up, take that selfie post it up
If you
and the hos, thats a trope, but we want them both
Spaghetti hoops on the toast
Spaghetti hoops on the toast
Thats how I choose to live
I wanna keep it the same
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