Bliss n Eso, Phrase, Hyjak - Happy In My Hoody lyrics

Direct from the Secret Garden
Next to my hovering castle
I break it down fresh like
The crunch of an apple
Shit, so just plug in my channel
It's that nutty motherfucker 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 hoodie
When I come to the battle
In my crooked canoe
Pick the puddle to paddle
Still a wonderful chap
Who tipped the slumbering cattle

I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
If you ain't fucking with us then
You ain't going my way
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
With caps and kicks
Pack the spliff full of high grade
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
And I can't see you if
You coming at me sideways bitch

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Welcome to something you've
Never seen before"

It's the rainy days vs 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
But never under pressure
The rebel with a cause
Who's ready for whatever
So catch me in my hoodie
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 Stewie yelling, "Fuck you, pay me"
(Got my money?)
On the double 'cause I'm trouble if you don't
Motherfucker there's no muzzle on my nose
I'ma 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 hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
If you ain't fucking with us then
You ain't going my way
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
With caps and kicks
Pack the spliff full of high grade
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
And I can't see you if
You coming at me sideways bitch

Cats love it 'cause the flow look hot
Like the body of a coupé
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 herbs
Like twice as strong
'Cause it made me want to
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 is boring
But, I knew the 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 hoodie on a Friday
Getting pissy with the lads on the highway
Blazing 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 out 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
Ambulance Siren That's the sound of the city
We chop ounces of sticky
Ride round like Mr whippy
Catch me in my hoodie getting blazed again
Run out of weed
I smoke the sleeve of some made of hemp
I gotta pay the rent
You mafuckers 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" Feels 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 fuck out

I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
If you ain't fucking with us then
You ain't going my way
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
With caps and kicks
Pack the spliff full of high grade
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
And I can't see you if
You coming at me sideways bitch