Happy In MY Hoody

Direct from the secret garden Next to my hovering castle I break it down fresh Like the crunch of the apple Shit, so I just plug in my channel It's that nutty motherf**ker 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 governor 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 f**kin' 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... bitch (Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, Welcome to something you've never seen before.) 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 pistol 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 I'm flipping off the pigs Don't come around here There's no shitting where I live My whole platoon reps one love daily Mad like Stewy Yelling f**k you, pay me On the double 'cause I'm trouble if you don't Motherf**ker, there's no Muzzle on my nose I'm a bite back, you like that (Hell yeah, kick it Macka) I don't need a bike rack I ride that shitty tractor 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 f**kin' 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... bitch Cats love it 'cause 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 'cause 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 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 me In my hoody on a friday Gettin' pissy with the lads on the highway Blazin' one to Frank Sinatra, did it my way I can't believe We're getting paid for getting sideways (Kiddies, please block your ears, this next guy gets a bit noisy...) 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 Right 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 motherf**kers should know Don't make me beat you down With a phone like Russell Crowe I flip a couple of shows Hustle a bundle of smoke Watch the bills crumble and chuckle Like oh shit I'm rich Feel so important 'til 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 f**k 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 f**kin' 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... bitch --- Happy In My Hoody - Bliss N Eso