ג'וני שועלי מקום בלב song lyrics
ג'וני שועלי מקום בלב song lyrics
Got beans on the pot, hot dogs on the griddle
Five dollar merlow, we call it Mer Little
Man I spend time trippin when I'm red wine sippin B
Me?
I think I came to an epiphany
Beans on the pot, hot dogs on the griddle
Five dollar merlow, we call it Mer Little
Man I spend time trippin when I'm red wine sippin
Red tip got things lookin different
Check it
My future's never been bright nor clear
So I don't wear shades, I just buy more beer
Every January first, I say this is your year
As I stare in the medicine cabinet door mirror
But this year the face lookin out
Had a little smile on the side of it's crooked mouth
And I knew it just as soon as I had seen it
That this time, this mutha fucka really did mean it
So I took it to heart and played my part
And made the right moves for the forward progression of my art
So now without no shame
This time next year I'll be a household name.
I'm serious
I'm bout to travel round the world spitting
Getting nastier than having anal sex while the girl's shitting
You just pictured that visual, didn't you?
Isn't that proof that what I spit was true?
I'll take your brain further than it's ever thought it go
And mix in a Christopher Nolan vision with the art of flowin
I never thought of blowin up overnight
I sit at home and write with a smoke and pipe just to cope with life
So don't ask me why I ain't got signed yet
Ask yourself if you've opened up your mind yet
Ask apple if they've invented the iPhone 9 yet
Ask Steven Hawking to explain why we haven't traveled time yet
The future's wide open
A fact that combats any suicidal notion
The rap book for dummies I just threw inside the ocean
And replaced it with the basic rules of makin music strictly by the most internal
Instincts I got
Composed things verbal that my circle within thinks are hot
Besides, music ain't much more that I got
That's why I'm writin and recordin a lot
Man
Cause I don't know how my life's gonna end bra
Probably sippin Svetka in a Sentra
I don't pretend to be somethin I ain't
To the picture of myself as a saint
Ain't a picture that I paint
The red drippin down the leg of an artist's eisel
The blood flowin through the brains of the smartest people
The apple Eve bit from that started evil
A darker hue of the fish guts for the sharks and seagulls
In the haystack, I'm the sharpest needle
You were left way back, real far from equal
Atta boy, you kindergarten repeatin
Of Adam boy, I'm in the garden of Eden
So tell the devil that the apple ain't enough
Unless he puts somethin in there that gets me really fucked up
MDMA in the core of it
and I'll be fuckin Eve til she can't take no more of it
First time for everything, every single orifice
And she be tryin to keep the noise down
like there's a ordinance
Set the coordinates
Hit the gas bra
We ain't gon stop unless the order is from NASA
It's like me and herbs put out a form to get the cash bra
Money for knowledge, you'd have sworn it was a FASFA
Get your student loan. Believe
We at a level most humans won't achieve
We doin shit that people do in only dreams
And I ain't talkin bout the pretty shit that's on the screens
I'm talkin actual self fulfillment
Dreams you imagine manifested into real shit
Dreams you feel with the core of your soul
Dreams you've had since you were four years old
Dreams you've had that kept you warm when it was cold
That one glimmer of hope that good fortune's down the road
My father wanted an abortion I was told
All he left me was this dream and I've morphed it into gold
There ain't a fuckin thing in life that I can't accomplish
There ain't a fuckin mind on earth that I can't astonish
The promised land is not really a land that's promised
To get there, you gotta bear hug anacondas
Swim through a pool full of sharks and piranhas
We get there and we gon bubble on some scantron ish
To summarize what I've said
Self doubt's only somethin in your head
So when it's all over and I'm dead
Write my epitaph
In RED