Sammy Adams - Opening Day Lyrics
YeahWizzyThe kidSo undoneLet's goOpening DayComing soon... to you[Verse 1:]Zonin out, drift off with meI can't get the beat off of meI puffin blunts living pompouslyAnd if I had a million dollars, to be honestI'd be chilling in the same place I always beRipping mic's cultivates my artistryAnd every breath I speak is a 100 percent a part of meThey say “me rap” is like a major controversyAnd I'm confused I don't know who I ought to beBut if you judge, hold a grudge or look off at meYour nose clog, peeps smell me like pepperyAnd I'm so sorry that my mouth is like the pottyShit on motha*****as, you know I came here TO PARTY!Partake in this gameI swear to God, what I say is insaneOut my two right speakersThat's my left and right earsYou want it, dog?! I get you like a beeper!The heater, I be the people's *****in speakerCause you know you hear me and I'm blastin out your speakersDifferent words, two words you know I am ArethaFranklin, moutha*****a how I blow this shit, ether[Hook:]Man, I think this feel like a classicGrab your lighters, yeah baby, and then you pass itAnd yeah, I wouldn't even call it rappinCause fly with me, academy, you're speaking of the captain[Verse 2:]Why am I so in the zoneLike every joint bounce off Logic ProGimme more space, five yards like they just got a holdPenalty or encroachment like you never knowThe soul burnin oyster that's forever glowAnd I know how they taste, they slide down my throatYup, at the grill by my house and tied to the coachLemon squeeze up on the side for this guys and broadsThat acknowledge that I'm in college but somehow I'm brokeAnd home is nothing like it, there will never beWhen dudes say that you suck but know they feel the breezeWhen see those rainbows between they feetAnd all the bullshit they found fake was pedigreePurebred/pure bread, but some times I find it hard to eatFrom out of all the studying, blocking my nasty sleepBut no voice, when your whole role is supposed to speakLooking in the mirror I'm itching to cop every sneakYeah, new hoes, like, every weekYeah, they get to drill, the domin before they get to leaveYup, Eighties Baby t-shirts that they get to keepI'm stacked full from Alex and Geoff, thankfullyAnd, my career cruised on cause every time I hand itYou know this is gon' blowinI'm like LohanToo much blow in my systemAnd I can't be SamBut now I'm with manAnd I stay on my grind to the finishFinish, I feel it every *****, every inch[Hook:]Man, I think this feel like a classicGrab your lighters, yeah baby, and then you pass itAnd yeah, I wouldn't even call it rappinCause fly with me, academy, you're speaking of the captainYeah, yeah the captain
