Joey Bada$$ - Norwegian Breakfast lyrics
Joey Badass [Jo-Vaughn Virginie Scott] Brooklyn, NY, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Joey Bada$$ - Norwegian Breakfast lyrics]
Yeah one time
Shout out my nigga Bagir on this one
Oh I'm sorry, my negus Bagir on this one uh
If you could see the world through my corneas
The corner of my eye
I block out the erroneous
Sometimes I wish they made
These contacts with euphoria
Then maybe I could bear to
Open my eyelids more accordingly
Underage kids pour Georgi Porgi
And get grooved up til four in the morning
With four tenderonis off one orgy
At the crack of dawn
Get the crack at the Don Corleone
And I'm feeling like I got it made man
They smell the bait all on me
And ask "what you made man?"
But that don't really count
If you ain't saving
They enslaving my people straight
To the grave and
Minimum wage at war, ask what we fighting for
Need more oil? Sure of course
Just grab a piece of the pie
Three-point-one-four 159 lives hit the floor
And break celestial walls per second
And these niggas think it's rap
That got me stressing
It's about to be a wrap when I
Pick the Smith and Wesson up
Cause these words ain't enough
To be defending us
But I try i try
I try i try
An eye for an eye make the world go 'round
An eye for a guy make your girl go down (Uh)
She sip the shit like it's liquor
But coming out my God body
It's like the elixir
She trying to prolong life
I'm trying to prolong my dick and shit
I give it to her quick
That's a sad predicament
I swear I hate predicting shit
She said it taste magnificent
Sour like piff, but sweet like black licorice
Bitches, money, and weed, same shit
Just ignorance
But how you expect me to act? Less black
Less niggerish?
Fuck that, money control all my niggas, shit
And the white man stay trying
To get a nigga rich
And turn us on each other, like
What we fighting for?
Need more whores, another Porsche, of course
Just grab a piece of the pie
Three-point-one-four
159 dimes hit the floor and break they jaws
Make that kushy applause per second
If only these niggas knew it's
Rapping that got me stressing
Bitches popping off like my Smith and Wesson
'Cause I try i try
'Cause I try i try
Ain't trying hard enough
Ain't trying hard enough
Shout out my nigga Bagir on this one
Oh I'm sorry, my negus Bagir on this one uh
If you could see the world through my corneas
The corner of my eye
I block out the erroneous
Sometimes I wish they made
These contacts with euphoria
Then maybe I could bear to
Open my eyelids more accordingly
Underage kids pour Georgi Porgi
And get grooved up til four in the morning
With four tenderonis off one orgy
At the crack of dawn
Get the crack at the Don Corleone
And I'm feeling like I got it made man
They smell the bait all on me
And ask "what you made man?"
But that don't really count
If you ain't saving
They enslaving my people straight
To the grave and
Minimum wage at war, ask what we fighting for
Need more oil? Sure of course
Just grab a piece of the pie
Three-point-one-four 159 lives hit the floor
And break celestial walls per second
And these niggas think it's rap
That got me stressing
It's about to be a wrap when I
Pick the Smith and Wesson up
Cause these words ain't enough
To be defending us
But I try i try
I try i try
An eye for an eye make the world go 'round
An eye for a guy make your girl go down (Uh)
She sip the shit like it's liquor
But coming out my God body
It's like the elixir
She trying to prolong life
I'm trying to prolong my dick and shit
I give it to her quick
That's a sad predicament
I swear I hate predicting shit
She said it taste magnificent
Sour like piff, but sweet like black licorice
Bitches, money, and weed, same shit
Just ignorance
But how you expect me to act? Less black
Less niggerish?
Fuck that, money control all my niggas, shit
And the white man stay trying
To get a nigga rich
And turn us on each other, like
What we fighting for?
Need more whores, another Porsche, of course
Just grab a piece of the pie
Three-point-one-four
159 dimes hit the floor and break they jaws
Make that kushy applause per second
If only these niggas knew it's
Rapping that got me stressing
Bitches popping off like my Smith and Wesson
'Cause I try i try
'Cause I try i try
Ain't trying hard enough
Ain't trying hard enough