The Smokers Club & Jonny Shipes - Norwegian Breakfast Lyrics
feat. Joey Bada$$(Verse 1)If you could see the world through my corneasThe corner of my eye, I block out the erroneousSometimes I wish they made these contacts with euphoriaThen maybe I could bear to open my list more accordinglyUnderage kids pour Georgi PorgiAnd get grooved up til four in the morningWith four tenderonis off on orgyAt the crack of dawn, get the crack at the Don CorleoneAnd I'm feeling like I got it made manThey smell the bait all on me and ask what you made man?"But that don't really count if you ain't savingThey enslaving my people straight to the grave andMinimum wage at war, ask what we fighting forNeed more or sure of courseJust grab a piece of the pie, three-point-one-four159 lives hit the floor and break celestial warsPer secondAnd these niggas think it's rap that got me stressingIt's about to be a rap when I pick the Smith and Wesson upCause these words ain't enough to be defending usAccepting…Niggas think it’s rap that got me stressin(Hook)But I tryI tryI tryI try(Verse 2:)An eye for an eye make the world go 'roundAn eye for a guy make your girl go downShe sip this shit like it's liquorBut coming out my god body, it's like elixirShe trying to prolong life and trying to prolong my dick and shitI give it to her quick, that's a sad predicamentI swear I hate predicting shit, she said it taste magnificentSour like piff, but sweet like black licorice*****es, money, and weed, same shit, just ignoranceBut how you expect me to act? Less black, less niggerish?***** that, money control all my niggas shitAnd the white man stay trying to get a nigga richAnd turn us on each other, like, what we fighting for?Need more whores, another Porsche, of courseJust grab a piece of the pie, three-point-one-four159 hit the floor and break they jawsMake that kushy applausePer secondIf only these niggas knew it's rapping that got me stressing*****es popping off like my Smith and Wesson(Hook:)Cause I tryI tryCause I tryI tryAin't trying hard enough.....