Direct the secret garden, Next to my hovering I it down fresh the crunch of an apple Shit, so I plug in my channel It's that nutty With a of cashews
In his head, I sled, As the unravels my satchel, My lasso, I jumped on my Set forth with my And my pastels Johnathan Swift-ly His Gulliver's At the brewery, a bubbling glass full Went my chateau, Where I up my shadow the mantle, Free the government shackles I can handle The tackles They grappled deep With troublesome vandals You can me in my hoody When I come to the In my canoe, the puddle to paddle Still wonderful chap, Who tipped the slumbering
I happy in my hoody on a Friday, I feel happy in my on a Friday I happy in my hoody on a Friday, If you ain't with us Then you going my way I happy in my hoody on a Friday, With and kicks, the spliff full of high grade I feel happy in my on a Friday And I see you If your at me sideways
It's the days, the endless summer The she made, God bless my It's the they make, The laws I The highs, the lows, The windy The in rhyme, Versus the bullets in pistols The they dive for, The pusher with a The too for school, The under pressure The rebel a cause Whose ready for
So me in my hoody, Flipping off the come around here There's no where I live My whole Reps 1 daily Mad like fuck you pay me On the Cuz I'm if you don't Motherfucker no muzzle On my I'm a bit back, You like Phrase: yeah, kick it Macka I don't a bike rack, I ride that tractor
love it Cuz the look hot Like the body of a With a cream top go, readjust, Kids your belts Lets take a ride To the wishing That well my wish had fell Where wretched witch Then a spell And she used hers Like as strong Cuz it made me wanna Cheech and Chong
or wrong, I was hooked, I had my calling I get enough Of this falling not to say The sound on the was boring But I that under ground Was exploring So I packed my And I my swag And I haven't been back since
then You can catch my on a Friday pissy with the lads On the Blazing - to Sinatra, Did it my way I can't We're paid for getting sideways
Where my at, We had to the track Hijack the That broke the back Got my whole in shambles, But I'm that you leave in an ambulance And we that the sound of the city We ounces of sticky, Round Mr Whippy me in my hoody Getting again now the weed, I the sleeve, It's of hemp I got to pay the rent, You motherfuckers should Don't me beat you down a phone like Russell Crowe I a couple shows, Hustle a bundle of Watch the bills and chuckle, o I'm rich, Feel so I wake the next day, It's by the morning Raw like Moore, Got the strung out I kicked a about Howard, He got the fuck out
I feel in my hoody on a Friday, I happy in my hoody on a Friday I feel happy in my on a Friday, If you ain't with us Then you ain't my way I feel happy in my on a Friday, caps and kicks, Pack the full of high grade I happy in my hoody on a Friday And I see you If your at me sideways