Bliss N Eso - Happy In My Hoody Lyrics

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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

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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

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