From the, From the Life of a Good-For-Nothing

One time

Good morning America, when I write I handle bars, uh

What a beauty of a metaphor, if you ain't get it then this shit is never spit for y'all, uh

What's poppin' good old Germany, my name is Juju just in case you never heard of me, uh

I am disturbent to the ways I speak, yo

Create new life like the birds and bees, check it out, uh

Let me give you just a brief summary, of what you 'bout to hear on these couple songs of me

Main character's a young (?) who wants to be

One MC, steady push and forth on his puns and beats

Have a second on his life (?) need a bas drum (?)

And that's a lifestyle that his father didn't want to see

So he said come to me and son just listen consciously

Out here in this world there's a bunch of peeps

Some will be on their feet working really hard for green

And then you have the ones who always sleep and love to dream

Which one are you, he asked, and then he told his son to leave

Running free, down to see what this world is all about

Now go out and earn your stripes like a bumblebee

Let me flip the script and tell you that this (?) was me

No one there who's funding me, knowing life ain't honeysweet

A humble G, but the sum(?) I eat, when I'm just coming clean with somebody and that one is me

Picture a little **** young and free, runnin' down these country streets, nothing but his tongue to speak

And in fact, that cat played the trumpet neat

Like there's a beat that got him on his knees, ah

Learned that happiness don't visit you like company

So see, put it right to get growth on your money-tree

And mother chose the one that's just another wannabe

You guys decide, now let's ride yo

Come with me

[Outro] Perdão amor, eu não devia estar falando assim

Amanheceu está chegando ao fim