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(featuring Hyjak and Phrase) Direct from the secret garden, Next to my hovering castle I break it down fresh Like the crunch of an apple Shit, so I just plug in my channel It's that nutty motherfucker With a bundle of cashews In his head, I just sled, As the jungle unravels With my satchel, My lasso, I jumped on my camel Set forth with my pallet And my colouring pastels Jonathan Swift-ly writing His Gulliver's Travels At the Bliss brewery, Guzzle a bubbling glass full Went under my chateau, Where I hung up my shadow From the mantle, Free from the government shackles I can handle anything The government tackles They have grappled deep With these troublesome vandals You can catch me in my hoody When I come to the battle In my crooked canoe, Pick the puddle to paddle Still that wonderful chap, Who tipped the slumbering cattle ~Hook: I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday, I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday, If you ain't fucking with us Then you ain't going my way I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday, With caps and kicks, Pack the spliff full of high grade I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday And I can't see you If you’re coming at me sideways It's the rainy days, Versus the endless summer The place she made, God bless my mother It's the laws they make, The laws I break The highs, the lows, The windy roads The knowledge in rhyme, Versus the bullets in your pistols The dollars they dive for, The pusher with a Pit-Bull The too cool for school, The never under pressure The rebel with a cause Who’s ready for whatever So catch me in my hoody, Flipping off the pigs Don't come around here There's no shitting where I live My whole platoon Reps 1 love daily Mad like Stewy Yelling fuck you pay me On the double Cuz I'm trouble if you don't Motherfucker there's no muzzle On my noze I'm a bit back, You like that Phrase: Hell yeah, kick it Macka I don't need a bike rack, I ride that shitty tractor ~Hook~ Phrase: Cats love it Cuz the flow look hot Like the body of a coupe With a cream drop top Let's go, readjust, Kids strap your belts Let’s take a little ride To the wishing well That well which Inside my wish had fell Where this wretched witch Then cast a spell And she must've used hers Like twice as strong Cuz it made me wanna smoke Like Cheech and Chong Right or wrong, I was hooked, I had found my calling I couldn't get enough Of this downwards falling It's not to say The sound on the earth was boring But I knew that underground Was worth exploring So I packed my bags And I grabbed my swag And I haven’t been back since then Since then You can catch my hoody on a Friday Getting pissy with the lads On the highway Blazing - to Frank Sinatra, Did it my way I can't believe We're getting paid for getting sideways ~Hook~ Hyjak: Where my dingoes at, We had to trample the track Hyjak the straw That broke the camel's back Got my whole career in shambles, But I'm handling that Watch you leave in an ambulance And we sampling that That's the sound of the city We drop ounces of sticky, Round like Mr. Whippy Catch me in my hoody Getting blazed again Right now the weed, I smoke the sleeve, It's made of hemp I got to pay the rent, You motherfuckers should know Don't make me beat you down With a phone like Russell Crowe I flip a couple shows, Hustle a bundle of smoke Watch the bills crumble and chuckle, Like o Shit I'm rich, Feel so important Till I wake the next day, It's gone by the morning Raw like Michael Moore, Got the government strung out I kicked a rhyme about Howard, He got kicked the fuck out ~Hook~ |
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