Felly - Three on a Dutch lyrics

Ayo I woke up this morning
Pissed off as usual
Hit the snooze button thinking I
Should plan my funeral
I spend too many nights getting
Bent up in my cubicle
But still got the spark to
Make a death look beautiful wasted
Looking at these faces in my basement
Playing Miles Davis while my heartbeat races
Used to try relaxin but then
That shit made me anxious
Done a lot of practice
With going through changes
Freestyles and vape hit's
Bump as the base hit's
Spinning in my desk chair
Lighting up like Vegas
Getting in their faces to make 'em jab back
They say "fuck you"
I hit the mic and say "fuck you" right back


This is all part of the plan
You think I'm shooting blind
You better understand
I see right through your lies
I'm going for the grand
I'm talkin' 'bout the prize
Cause accomplishment does much more than
Money in my eyes
You can keep on, keep on, keep on doubtin'
Saying I should stick to
This computer screen mouthin'
Thanks for the advice but
Homie truthfully you vouchin'
Every time you say my name
I'm climbing up a mountain tripping
It's nothing new what's up with you, nada
Last time I checked I
Was spottin' you dollars
See me at your party and
You say "what's up holla"
Then I get to work
You be talking shit behind my collar
Psilocybin in my brainwaves
Spewing shit like AK's
Guy the type to make out with a
Dude and say you hate gays
Faker than an overseas e mail payday
'Bout to shoot the top players down bruh
Mayday

Ay ay Term K, Acumental what up
We should go three on a dutch
From CT to Chi-town
Yeah you know it's all love
Now take the mic from my hand
Cause you know that I'm good

Yo I shriek I scream I screech I holler
I'm sleek I'm keen I'm bleak I'm somber
Chief my weed and drink my lager
Speaking Greek I'm freaking out
So turn the speakers louder
You can't handle the noise
Bag a damsel then I rap
Until her panties are moist
Fans handing me joints, cannabinoids
Yo it's Felly, acumental and Term so clap
Your hands and rejoice
Party people sip potion
Keep the spliff roasting
Think so deep felt cerebral implosion
Fingertips frozen
Corpse like ignorance of foresight
Seem to move in synchronous motion
Need to get dough so I throw
A pair of dice around
Make your ears bleed like
The Holyfield Tyson bout i'm on mic (Mike)
Hold it real tight and shout loudly
Acumental like his crowd rowdy
Black lung keep a fresh pack in the freezer
P Square hop on the track till my knees hurt
Good hustle like slap on the keister
Rapping to beats in my slacks and a t-shirt
I feel huge surreal views
A real scrooge you can ask Ebenezer
Find me trashed in the back of a beamer
The yak-sippin' cat with the rancid demeanor

Make it pop like a
Weazel or a jack-in-the-box
Unless you're not quite feeling it
Just ask me to stop
Actually it happens a lot
So I just sit in one spot and puff
Pot till my back is in knots
I want the dollars and fame
I want a profit and gain
I wanna bow as crowds howling my name, wait
This ganja's insane clotting my brain
I think he called it the andromeda strain
Dang lifting coffin lids with a crowbar
I'm living off the grid mixing soap bars
Every project is mayhem
You may have made a profit if
Your squad had a game plan
Lost in a wasteland
The prodigal son's parable
Often compared to the vault of safe-cracker
Magical flow
The squad's performing miracles
Travel the globe
The obstacle course is spherical
You can shout but nobody's hearing you
Downtrodden on the outside and
I'm peering through
All for none notice yet known to come closest
Home with a cold one, smoking blunt roaches
Born branded and scarred a cannibal starving
And standing his guard in a firestorm
Only tryna form a tangible argument
Or plan for disarmament
And solely by having a heart
That provided it for him

Put yo hands together for The Palmer Squares
One more time
Now all you mother fuckas in the bathroom
I see you goin to the bathroom
Better not be using no handicap stalls
And wash yo hands bitches
If your going to be sticking yo
Fingers in my asshole later tonight
You better have some clean fingernails
You ever
Uh you ever take a shit in a handicap stall
And come out with a limp