The Good Husbands - Things I Haven't Done Lyrics
There’s too many things I haven’t done yetToo many sunsets I haven’t seenYo, I get this feeling blowing into my boneslike my soul opened and the sun got clonedand my boys back home and we all in the mix kidthrowing back dudes like it’s nobody’s businessthis shit right here is a miraclesittin in the lab with a pen gettin’ lyricalthinkin bout the future lookin at the rearviewknowin that the man in the mirror’s real cheerfulnothin but love, december in seattleand i’m missin the grub, I got work on christmasthat wasn’t on the wish list but it’ll work outI got my chin up in this ***** i’m unbreakablepolamalu hair flow so unmistakeablepass me the mic like a bottle im’a take a pulland every other day in my life’s like a festivalthis irridescent glow only going upgot the husbands in the cut waiting like a bombtick boom! and we blowin uppp*Chorus* (x2)yeahHello goodmorning when I roll down the windowstell ‘em I don’t give a ***** if it’s a northwest pourin inacross the floor again. Socks Yup! no fresh hair cutfoldin up my bed like accordions and yes,he’s the type of dude that moves around the furniturenew day, new point of view and that’s refreshingcuz this that next level shit new bevel cutcan you feel the treble here, get the bread and toast it upcuz last night dance threw it into re-versei’m growin out of this beat like a medium shirtand it’s not, sixth grade, we gotta get paidand I’m glad that summer keeps on *****in with my birthdaycuz this the golden age of hip-hopanybody flip one, gonna hear that street talkso i just keep on tellin’ ‘em, runnin’ on, marathonsgettin’ more records doin’ thing you never done before*Chorus* (x2)Theres so many things that i’m gonna docuz theres so many things that I wanna docuz we won’t stop ‘til we on topand it’s gonna rock like an ______lighting up this track to infinity and beyondhe said reach for the sky thanks woody be onyoutube checks yeah made me checkone five double o plus views check itplease, hopefully we, climb this mountain cuz theres just too much we need to seeso many, places to go, so many people to meetso many potential shows people standin’ on their feetcuz we can’t stop won’t stop holla at the airlinesyoungin’ gunnin’ throwin clocks looking for air time*Chorus* (x2)I want it all, Black card with the white benzblue tux a few chicks that are like tenssold out shows fill up the venuego wrecked to new clothes everything on the menui wanna be rich like see the chainsand throw down money like keep the changeI want teak and grain in the cleanest rangewhile i roll up the streets bumpin beats I laidI hear the speakers tweakI want seats so close I hear the sneakers squeekI wanna be court side like spike and jacksippin’ cola I snuck in spiked with jackYeah im gon’ be biglike notorious B.I. see im’a be highhusbands buzzin like a beehive Iwant you to hear my songsknow how to name ‘emhear rap fach and be like thats what it come fromyeah getting scenic in the golden sunyou might say i’m a dreamer not the only oneI’m not the only one...yeah*Chorus*
