Happy In My Hoody Lyrics - Flying Colours - Bliss N Eso

Direct from the secret garden, 

Next to my hovering castle 

I break it down fresh 

Like the crunch of an apple 

Shit, so I 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 

Johnathan 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 government tackles 

They have grappled deep 

With these troublesome vandals 

You can catch me in my hoody 

When I come to the battle 

In my crooked canoe, 

Pick the puddle to paddle 

Still that wonderful chap, 

Who tipped the slumbering cattle 

I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday, 

I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday 

I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday, 

If you ain't fucking with us 

Then you ain't going my way 

I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday, 

With caps and kicks, 

Pack the spliff full of high grade 

I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday 

And I can't see you 

If your coming at me sideways 

It's the rainy days, 

Versus 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, 

The never under pressure 

The rebel with a cause 

Whose ready for whatever 

So catch me in my hoody, 

Flipping off the pigs 

Don't come around here 

There's no shitting where I live 

My whole platoon 

Reps 1 love daily 

Mad like Stewy 

Yelling fuck you pay me 

On the double 

Cuz I'm trouble if you don't 

Motherfucker there's no muzzle 

On my nose 

I'm a bit back, 

You like that 

Phrase: Hell yeah, kick it Macka 

I don't need a bike rack, 

I ride that shitty tractor 

Phrase: 

Cats love it 

Cuz the flow look hot 

Like the body of a coupe 

With a cream drop top 

Let's go, readjust, 

Kids strap your belts 

Lets 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 hers 

Like twice as strong 

Cuz it made me wanna 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 the earth was boring 

But I knew that under ground 

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 my hoody on a Friday 

Getting pissy with the lads 

On the highway 

Blazing - to Frank Sinatra, 

Did it my way 

I can't believe 

We're getting paid for getting sideways 

Hijack: 

Where my dingoes at, 

We had to trample the track 

Hijack 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 

That's the sound of the city 

We drop ounces of sticky, 

Round like Mr Whippy 

Catch me in my hoody 

Getting blazed again 

Right now the weed, 

I smoke the sleeve, 

It's made of hemp 

I got to pay the rent, 

You motherfuckers should know 

Don't make me beat you down 

With a phone like Russell Crowe 

I flip a couple shows, 

Hustle a bundle of smoke 

Watch the bills crumble and chuckle, 

Like o 

Shit I'm rich, 

Feel 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 hoody on a Friday, 

I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday 

I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday, 

If you ain't fucking with us 

Then you ain't going my way 

I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday, 

With caps and kicks, 

Pack the spliff full of high grade 

I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday 

And I can't see you 

If your coming at me sideways