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LukeyLand Video (MV)




Performed By: Luke Noel
Length: 2:36
Written by: Luke Brantley




Luke Noel - LukeyLand Lyrics




Ok
Oh
This that
This that super sauce
That uh, this that honey mustard. No, Dijon!
This that
This that grey poupon, mixed with the mild sauce but extra hot sauce with it

I'm tripped out wigged out
Pardon me I flip out
You don't let em see shit if they got a big mouth
Got the jewels in the tuck but i'm never nic'd out
She say asalaamalaykum but she bouta pig out
They rap to get clout
I rap to map out to make sense of my future so I never miss out
Manifesting thru the music create the world thru my sound
That being said my bank account don't run out

Wanna welcome you to LukeyLand this not a play ground
We don't play games, all we have to do is stay down
But, there comes a point where the dichotomy of you and I's in view
And you can see you're not anointed

I am important my fashion is imported, I got appointments I got things to avoid man,
Subtle flexes never rub it in like ointment kush from Afghanistan and I don't need deployment
Hedonistic prioritizing enjoyment
My name is noel I don't pass the joystick

Metaphorically of course, cause I don't play games
Why so serious?
I always feel like you're throwing shade
Insecurious they wonder why they're not in my lane
They delirious they really think were one in the same, bruh

Like Jay-elec said, I gotta lotta fam you gotta lotta fans, bitch a humble soldier run within
You're gonna gossip again and run n tell all your friends
That you never pretend but you're probably gonna pretend

I'm a piece of pitbull shit on a f*ckin' dinner platter you a lil shat, go head and check the little facts
The fine print just to see you gotta squint your eyelids
Shit i'm so omniscient i'm advising my advisors

Better late than never and its better me than others
Insecure women like to f*ck under the covers call me
Montequilla baby you'll believe its butter got the biscuits too
Now they jelly now they smuckers
Excellent is lukeyland flavors and the colors
Ativan (lorazepam) smashing in the comfort flashing back to the summer
On my fly shit you have to be this tall if you're tryna ride shit
Drugs we bring them all you don't have to hide shit
Smoking in public before were in private
Come get in sync high-fidelity wireless off the psilocybin
You get excited then you throw up in the side bin

(Alright for sure)
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Ok
Oh
This that
This that super sauce
That uh, this that honey mustard. No, Dijon!
This that
This that grey poupon, mixed with the mild sauce but extra hot sauce with it

I'm tripped out wigged out
Pardon me I flip out
You don't let em see shit if they got a big mouth
Got the jewels in the tuck but i'm never nic'd out
She say asalaamalaykum but she bouta pig out
They rap to get clout
I rap to map out to make sense of my future so I never miss out
Manifesting thru the music create the world thru my sound
That being said my bank account don't run out

Wanna welcome you to LukeyLand this not a play ground
We don't play games, all we have to do is stay down
But, there comes a point where the dichotomy of you and I's in view
And you can see you're not anointed

I am important my fashion is imported, I got appointments I got things to avoid man,
Subtle flexes never rub it in like ointment kush from Afghanistan and I don't need deployment
Hedonistic prioritizing enjoyment
My name is noel I don't pass the joystick

Metaphorically of course, cause I don't play games
Why so serious?
I always feel like you're throwing shade
Insecurious they wonder why they're not in my lane
They delirious they really think were one in the same, bruh

Like Jay-elec said, I gotta lotta fam you gotta lotta fans, bitch a humble soldier run within
You're gonna gossip again and run n tell all your friends
That you never pretend but you're probably gonna pretend

I'm a piece of pitbull shit on a f*ckin' dinner platter you a lil shat, go head and check the little facts
The fine print just to see you gotta squint your eyelids
Shit i'm so omniscient i'm advising my advisors

Better late than never and its better me than others
Insecure women like to f*ck under the covers call me
Montequilla baby you'll believe its butter got the biscuits too
Now they jelly now they smuckers
Excellent is lukeyland flavors and the colors
Ativan (lorazepam) smashing in the comfort flashing back to the summer
On my fly shit you have to be this tall if you're tryna ride shit
Drugs we bring them all you don't have to hide shit
Smoking in public before were in private
Come get in sync high-fidelity wireless off the psilocybin
You get excited then you throw up in the side bin

(Alright for sure)
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Writer: Luke Brantley
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