Mouse Powell, Andy Chaves - God in the Jukebox lyrics
[Mouse Powell, Andy Chaves - God in the Jukebox lyrics]
You just give me that signal
I'll be ready to go
You keep staying out late
I keep calling your phone
It ain’t love if you ask if it isn't
If you ask me we've been asking for this
Alright let’s go
Party rapper went and made another sad song
Sorry y'all
I guess this time just ain't the best for me
Stir crazy, with the lame-out blues
By the time I make it home
There won't be a home left for me
Found love in the city where I made my life
I lost track where I left that city
Found money in the bar last night
Put God in the jukebox, sounds so pretty like
Sounds so pretty like-
Put God in the jukebox, sounds so pretty like
You ever get the feeling
Like the only thing appealing
Would be burning every bridge 'til
The wheels fall off
I've been up and down the I5
Killing every lifeline
Up all night 'til the dick gone soft
And a half a million lifetimes
Still ain't dead
I got a box for these skeletons in my bed
I got a hundred dollar bill
It’s going straight to the head
I ain’t stopping 'til I drop
Better spin this bread, alright
Don’t stunt, don't front, don't fuck with me
Alright
And I'll be right here when you come for me
Alright you know the music in the
Box don’t bump for free, ok
Put God in the Jukebox, sounds so pretty like
Uh, I put God in the Jukebox
Caught God in the Jukebox
And I'm calling up the Uber and I gotta let
'em know that I gotta make two stops
I gotta pick up money moon rocks
But I gotta wait 'til the shrooms stop
Cause I was feeling so high that I looked up
To the sky and the motherfuckin' moon popped
Now I'm dancing under pretty lights
I'ma show you what it's really like
I'ma burn another down
I ain't worried 'bout it now
I ain't 'bout to live a shitty life
I was working nine to five
Getting high at night
'Til the vibe was right
And then I took another blue
'til my mind was right
And now I'm zonked in the
Blue, on a private flight, aye
I'll be ready to go
You keep staying out late
I keep calling your phone
It ain’t love if you ask if it isn't
If you ask me we've been asking for this
Alright let’s go
Party rapper went and made another sad song
Sorry y'all
I guess this time just ain't the best for me
Stir crazy, with the lame-out blues
By the time I make it home
There won't be a home left for me
Found love in the city where I made my life
I lost track where I left that city
Found money in the bar last night
Put God in the jukebox, sounds so pretty like
Sounds so pretty like-
Put God in the jukebox, sounds so pretty like
You ever get the feeling
Like the only thing appealing
Would be burning every bridge 'til
The wheels fall off
I've been up and down the I5
Killing every lifeline
Up all night 'til the dick gone soft
And a half a million lifetimes
Still ain't dead
I got a box for these skeletons in my bed
I got a hundred dollar bill
It’s going straight to the head
I ain’t stopping 'til I drop
Better spin this bread, alright
Don’t stunt, don't front, don't fuck with me
Alright
And I'll be right here when you come for me
Alright you know the music in the
Box don’t bump for free, ok
Put God in the Jukebox, sounds so pretty like
Uh, I put God in the Jukebox
Caught God in the Jukebox
And I'm calling up the Uber and I gotta let
'em know that I gotta make two stops
I gotta pick up money moon rocks
But I gotta wait 'til the shrooms stop
Cause I was feeling so high that I looked up
To the sky and the motherfuckin' moon popped
Now I'm dancing under pretty lights
I'ma show you what it's really like
I'ma burn another down
I ain't worried 'bout it now
I ain't 'bout to live a shitty life
I was working nine to five
Getting high at night
'Til the vibe was right
And then I took another blue
'til my mind was right
And now I'm zonked in the
Blue, on a private flight, aye