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BLISS N ESO lyrics : "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
%#@!, so i just plug in my channel
It's that nutty mother$#[email protected]

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 $%&^$%&^x 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 %#@!ting where i live
My whole platoon

Reps 1 love daily
Mad like stewy
Yelling $%&^x you pay me

On the double
Cuz i'm trouble if you don't
Mother$#[email protected] 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 %#@!ty tractor

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
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 $%&^$%&^$%&^$%&^x 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
%#@! 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 $%&^x 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 $%&^$%&^x 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

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