Spose, Cam Groves - Bill Murray lyrics
[Spose, Cam Groves - Bill Murray lyrics]
Let's go and we smoked it all again
We smoked it all once, twice, motherfuckers
And we smoked it all again
It's the high dudes, Thai food
Simmer grilled curry
Ain't shaved in a month, face still furry
I got no real worries, eyes still blurry
Same shit every day like
My name's Bill Murray bill Murray
Bill Murray like my name Bill Murray
Ain't shaved in a month
Now my face still furry
Same shit every day like
My name's Bill Murray
Man I'm still feeling jubilant
Still watching Jeopardy
You still could find a Heineken
Embedded in my recipe
Still getting revenue for
Spitting recitations
My music making tranquility
Out of trepidation still the P dank owner
Not dressing like a grownup
Still, spend a couple grand a
Year at Dunkin Donuts
Still slept on, do I gotta yell louder?
Got bars like I'm standing on
The top of cell towers
Still elated to be faded, hated
They even debated
‘Cause I'm Awesome earlier, it's all gone
Still, the funky mother fucker taking
Brownies out the tupper
Reading Game of Thrones instead
Of making songs
‘Cause they don't love us in the Parliament
Nor the Senate, nor the House
Or the President
So we're still, here, to represent
For anybody who ain't got no representative
You're rocking with some high
Dudes, Thai foods, simmer grilled curry
Ain't shaved in a month, face still furry
I got no real worries, eyes still blurry
Same shit every day like
My name's Bill Murray bill Murray
Bill Murray like my name Bill Murray
Bill Murray
Same shit every day like my name Bill Murray
I'm getting better with age
Writing new song patterns
Still hit the stage in the blue John Madden
Still in the booth giving truth on rapping
Still slept on like your futon's flattened
Still high when I jot a verse, son
Been at it every day since
We dropped the first one
Records what I got in person
You thought I was soft getting
Shot with Nerf guns
Still blaze, nowadays drink more beer
Change ain't my thing
Same J's for four years
Still hungry, need something to eat
And my armpit's got more funk than the beat
Every day repetitive, rolling up the sedative
Mr nice Guy, always high and benevolent
Same sea breeze, treats for days
It's the same CG
Nah the steeze ain't changed
It's the high dudes, Thai food
Simmer grilled curry
Ain't shaved in a month, face still furry
I got no real worries, eyes still blurry
Same shit every day like
My name's Bill Murray bill Murray
Bill Murray like my name Bill Murray
Bill Murray bill Murray
Bill Murray
Bill Murray bill Murray
Shaved in a month and my face (Bill Murray)
We smoked it all once, twice, motherfuckers
And we smoked it all again
It's the high dudes, Thai food
Simmer grilled curry
Ain't shaved in a month, face still furry
I got no real worries, eyes still blurry
Same shit every day like
My name's Bill Murray bill Murray
Bill Murray like my name Bill Murray
Ain't shaved in a month
Now my face still furry
Same shit every day like
My name's Bill Murray
Man I'm still feeling jubilant
Still watching Jeopardy
You still could find a Heineken
Embedded in my recipe
Still getting revenue for
Spitting recitations
My music making tranquility
Out of trepidation still the P dank owner
Not dressing like a grownup
Still, spend a couple grand a
Year at Dunkin Donuts
Still slept on, do I gotta yell louder?
Got bars like I'm standing on
The top of cell towers
Still elated to be faded, hated
They even debated
‘Cause I'm Awesome earlier, it's all gone
Still, the funky mother fucker taking
Brownies out the tupper
Reading Game of Thrones instead
Of making songs
‘Cause they don't love us in the Parliament
Nor the Senate, nor the House
Or the President
So we're still, here, to represent
For anybody who ain't got no representative
You're rocking with some high
Dudes, Thai foods, simmer grilled curry
Ain't shaved in a month, face still furry
I got no real worries, eyes still blurry
Same shit every day like
My name's Bill Murray bill Murray
Bill Murray like my name Bill Murray
Bill Murray
Same shit every day like my name Bill Murray
I'm getting better with age
Writing new song patterns
Still hit the stage in the blue John Madden
Still in the booth giving truth on rapping
Still slept on like your futon's flattened
Still high when I jot a verse, son
Been at it every day since
We dropped the first one
Records what I got in person
You thought I was soft getting
Shot with Nerf guns
Still blaze, nowadays drink more beer
Change ain't my thing
Same J's for four years
Still hungry, need something to eat
And my armpit's got more funk than the beat
Every day repetitive, rolling up the sedative
Mr nice Guy, always high and benevolent
Same sea breeze, treats for days
It's the same CG
Nah the steeze ain't changed
It's the high dudes, Thai food
Simmer grilled curry
Ain't shaved in a month, face still furry
I got no real worries, eyes still blurry
Same shit every day like
My name's Bill Murray bill Murray
Bill Murray like my name Bill Murray
Bill Murray bill Murray
Bill Murray
Bill Murray bill Murray
Shaved in a month and my face (Bill Murray)