Текст песни Happy In My Hoody

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

Johnathan 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

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 your 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

Whose 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

Phrase:

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Cuz the flow look hot

Like the body of a coupe

With a cream drop top

Let's go, readjust,

Kids strap your belts

Lets 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 undergroud

Was worth exploring

So I packed my bags

And I grabbed my swag

And I havn'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

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

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 your coming at me sideways