Might as well have shades on
Wake up in the morning say a prayer and throw my cape on
Trunk full of work like Avon
Just give me the que I make a hit like an eight ball
Man I should be ripping out my shirt
Should be jumping out the gym
I'm the one they put the weight on
I'm not even keeping score
See me kicking down the door
When I blow up
Get the napalm
But I hear what they be doing, they ain't with the shit
They drop a track it's like a blind man playing baseball
God damn
Swinging in the air, it's a hit or miss
You don't know the difference you my damn son
I'm iPhone you're Samsung
I'm Whole Foods and you're Sam's Club
You soda that sell dollar tree and I'm a Fanta
You get it or you need another reference
Coming with the bars ain't no reason why you wouldn't get the message
Stacking up these records like Legos or Tetris
Ok yeah now check this
I been meditating
But that shit aint doing me no good
Cause when I wake up in the morning I be stressing
25 lighters on my dresser
Scrolling through the gram
Aint it funny that I still don't feel connected
They wanna put a curse on me
But I'm not affected
You know what I'm on
I make that shit that's unexpected
They sleeping on me like they moving into somewhere new but haven't got around to packing up the mattress
I'm electric
I'm ecstatic
You ain't gonna find nobody like this
For at least for another f*ckin century
Might as well have shades on
Wake up in the morning say a prayer and throw my cape on
Trunk full of work like Avon
Just give me the que I make a hit like an eight ball
Man I should be ripping out my shirt
Should be jumping out the gym
I'm the one they put the weight on
I'm not even keeping score
See me kicking down the door
When I blow up
Get the napalm
Knellz - Napalm Lyrics
Knellz - Napalm Lyrics
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Might as well have shades on
Wake up in the morning say a prayer and throw my cape on
Trunk full of work like Avon
Just give me the que I make a hit like an eight ball
Man I should be ripping out my shirt
Should be jumping out the gym
I'm the one they put the weight on
I'm not even keeping score
See me kicking down the door
When I blow up
Get the napalm
But I hear what they be doing, they ain't with the shit
They drop a track it's like a blind man playing baseball
God damn
Swinging in the air, it's a hit or miss
You don't know the difference you my damn son
I'm iPhone you're Samsung
I'm Whole Foods and you're Sam's Club
You soda that sell dollar tree and I'm a Fanta
You get it or you need another reference
Coming with the bars ain't no reason why you wouldn't get the message
Stacking up these records like Legos or Tetris
Ok yeah now check this
I been meditating
But that shit aint doing me no good
Cause when I wake up in the morning I be stressing
25 lighters on my dresser
Scrolling through the gram
Aint it funny that I still don't feel connected
They wanna put a curse on me
But I'm not affected
You know what I'm on
I make that shit that's unexpected
They sleeping on me like they moving into somewhere new but haven't got around to packing up the mattress
I'm electric
I'm ecstatic
You ain't gonna find nobody like this
For at least for another f*ckin century
Might as well have shades on
Wake up in the morning say a prayer and throw my cape on
Trunk full of work like Avon
Just give me the que I make a hit like an eight ball
Man I should be ripping out my shirt
Should be jumping out the gym
I'm the one they put the weight on
I'm not even keeping score
See me kicking down the door
When I blow up
Get the napalm
Wake up in the morning say a prayer and throw my cape on
Trunk full of work like Avon
Just give me the que I make a hit like an eight ball
Man I should be ripping out my shirt
Should be jumping out the gym
I'm the one they put the weight on
I'm not even keeping score
See me kicking down the door
When I blow up
Get the napalm
But I hear what they be doing, they ain't with the shit
They drop a track it's like a blind man playing baseball
God damn
Swinging in the air, it's a hit or miss
You don't know the difference you my damn son
I'm iPhone you're Samsung
I'm Whole Foods and you're Sam's Club
You soda that sell dollar tree and I'm a Fanta
You get it or you need another reference
Coming with the bars ain't no reason why you wouldn't get the message
Stacking up these records like Legos or Tetris
Ok yeah now check this
I been meditating
But that shit aint doing me no good
Cause when I wake up in the morning I be stressing
25 lighters on my dresser
Scrolling through the gram
Aint it funny that I still don't feel connected
They wanna put a curse on me
But I'm not affected
You know what I'm on
I make that shit that's unexpected
They sleeping on me like they moving into somewhere new but haven't got around to packing up the mattress
I'm electric
I'm ecstatic
You ain't gonna find nobody like this
For at least for another f*ckin century
Might as well have shades on
Wake up in the morning say a prayer and throw my cape on
Trunk full of work like Avon
Just give me the que I make a hit like an eight ball
Man I should be ripping out my shirt
Should be jumping out the gym
I'm the one they put the weight on
I'm not even keeping score
See me kicking down the door
When I blow up
Get the napalm
Writer: Kevin Iannelli
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid