[Hook: Joey Cool]
I should, I should
Clean the crib, vacuum
Tidy up the bathroom, so and so
But I don't fucking want to
I should, I should
Get off of liquor
Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym
I know, but I don't fucking want to
Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven
For my sins, maybe so, but I don't want to
Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles
Get up with my people
And talk the shit
That's what I'm gon' do
[Verse 1: Joey Cool]
I'm repping Killer City Committee, Ubi and Godemis
Info Gates and Jay and I pray they give us acknowledgement
We ain't get the cred for no institutions or colleges
The bill ain't never chill and I bet you could never swallow it
Analyzing honest department like a psychologist
The fact that I ain't feeling like cleaning is clearly obvious
I'd rather call the homies, make music with them and politic
Then drink some Hennessy, light the grill up and get it poppin' bitch
I can feel the weight on my shoulders and added stressors
Sometimes I just wanna slip and recluse when I feel the pressure
Then I might buy a bottle of Jacky, who's my protector
Escape reality for hours and land on a different sector
People be asking what I'm finna do when I get off of work and I'm out of the suit
I tell 'em often I get it, I gotta get right, so I'm probably calling my crew
I feel like I'ma deserve and I'm playing some hooky like I ain't got nothing to do
Don't feel like answering nobody messages, don't take it personal, I'm in a mood
Who wanna hit the gym? (fuck that)
Who wanna get it in? (fuck that)
Who wanna hit the club? (fuck that)
Who of you in love? (fuck that)
Man, where you been hiding? (I don't know)
Man, where you been jiving? (I don't know)
Man, where you gon' be at? (I don't know)
Man, where we gon' see that (I don't know, nigga)
I'm out of myself, let me digress
I can't even buy no time to do nothing, so I invest
Every single second I get, I'm nothing but my utopia
I lay it all to rest as I step off this fucking podium
I should, I should
Clean the crib, vacuum
Tidy up the bathroom, so and so
But I don't fucking want to
I should, I should
Get off of liquor
Quit smoking cigarettes and hit the gym
I know, but I don't fucking want to
Some say that I should ask God to be forgiven
For my sins, maybe so, but I don't want to
Rock, rock, rock it like the Beatles
Get up with my people
And talk the shit
That's what I'm gon' do
[Verse 1: Joey Cool]
I'm repping Killer City Committee, Ubi and Godemis
Info Gates and Jay and I pray they give us acknowledgement
We ain't get the cred for no institutions or colleges
The bill ain't never chill and I bet you could never swallow it
Analyzing honest department like a psychologist
The fact that I ain't feeling like cleaning is clearly obvious
I'd rather call the homies, make music with them and politic
Then drink some Hennessy, light the grill up and get it poppin' bitch
I can feel the weight on my shoulders and added stressors
Sometimes I just wanna slip and recluse when I feel the pressure
Then I might buy a bottle of Jacky, who's my protector
Escape reality for hours and land on a different sector
People be asking what I'm finna do when I get off of work and I'm out of the suit
I tell 'em often I get it, I gotta get right, so I'm probably calling my crew
I feel like I'ma deserve and I'm playing some hooky like I ain't got nothing to do
Don't feel like answering nobody messages, don't take it personal, I'm in a mood
Who wanna hit the gym? (fuck that)
Who wanna get it in? (fuck that)
Who wanna hit the club? (fuck that)
Who of you in love? (fuck that)
Man, where you been hiding? (I don't know)
Man, where you been jiving? (I don't know)
Man, where you gon' be at? (I don't know)
Man, where we gon' see that (I don't know, nigga)
I'm out of myself, let me digress
I can't even buy no time to do nothing, so I invest
Every single second I get, I'm nothing but my utopia
I lay it all to rest as I step off this fucking podium
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