Anderson .Paak - Lovejoy lyrics
Anderson .Paak [Brandon Paak Anderson] Oxnard, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Anderson .Paak - Lovejoy lyrics]
Yeah, yeah, yeah come on, uh
Please don't ask me 'bout no gang affiliation
'Cause when I hop on this mic I
Put and end to all the hatred
My album 'bout to drop
Bet a gang of niggas waitin'
A couple haters say shit but
Only few can make it
Okay, it's basic, Breezy from the Crew
We maintainin', indeed, I can beat you fools
You ain't amazin', now witness the changin'
The metamorphosis from dumb choruses
To lush arrangements
Performed by orchestras
Training game in my focus
Hangin' with Morpheus
He told me how this world wasn't
What I hoped it was
So now I'm on some hocus-pocus dust
Jumpin' buildings
Punchin' niggas through ceilings
Red or blue pill I settled on the real, and
I can give a damn about how you feelin'
It's the shit I can't clear for
The kids with open ears
Smokin' dope, hopeless, by the peer, yeah
I feel them
You drunk crackin' jokes with your peers
Well, throw this in your iPod
Connect it to your AUX
And travel out 'til your mind's
Lost in the paradox
And shout out to Orchestrator from the
"Okay, look, kid, you're doing
Decent for yourself, you know
You got this mixtape, 'Shit, I Can't Clear
' you got "Violets Are Blue" for the ladies
You're doing a
Lot of shows, but we gotta do some branding
Man you gotta get your name out there"
"LoveJoy, LoveJoy loveJoy, LoveJoy
I can hear them scream my name
Let me hear you say"
"Okay not bad, not bad, but it's not the
Harmonies that are gonna make
Them remember you, breeze it's repetition"
"Breezy LoveJoy, Breezy LoveJoy
Breezy LoveJoy, Breezy LoveJoy, Breezy"
"I think you got it"
Please don't ask me 'bout no gang affiliation
'Cause when I hop on this mic I
Put and end to all the hatred
My album 'bout to drop
Bet a gang of niggas waitin'
A couple haters say shit but
Only few can make it
Okay, it's basic, Breezy from the Crew
We maintainin', indeed, I can beat you fools
You ain't amazin', now witness the changin'
The metamorphosis from dumb choruses
To lush arrangements
Performed by orchestras
Training game in my focus
Hangin' with Morpheus
He told me how this world wasn't
What I hoped it was
So now I'm on some hocus-pocus dust
Jumpin' buildings
Punchin' niggas through ceilings
Red or blue pill I settled on the real, and
I can give a damn about how you feelin'
It's the shit I can't clear for
The kids with open ears
Smokin' dope, hopeless, by the peer, yeah
I feel them
You drunk crackin' jokes with your peers
Well, throw this in your iPod
Connect it to your AUX
And travel out 'til your mind's
Lost in the paradox
And shout out to Orchestrator from the
"Okay, look, kid, you're doing
Decent for yourself, you know
You got this mixtape, 'Shit, I Can't Clear
' you got "Violets Are Blue" for the ladies
You're doing a
Lot of shows, but we gotta do some branding
Man you gotta get your name out there"
"LoveJoy, LoveJoy loveJoy, LoveJoy
I can hear them scream my name
Let me hear you say"
"Okay not bad, not bad, but it's not the
Harmonies that are gonna make
Them remember you, breeze it's repetition"
"Breezy LoveJoy, Breezy LoveJoy
Breezy LoveJoy, Breezy LoveJoy, Breezy"
"I think you got it"