Cockadoodle

You ain’t welcome in my buttermilk sky

I don’t wanna know ya’ and I don’t care why

Bang cock-a-doodle-doo

Gunpowder in morning I’m coming through

Wake up bake up the yum yum

Banging on my conundrum

Bop cock-a-doodle-doo

Gunpowder in morning I’m coming through

I ain’t care about the outcome

I’m a do a damn line when the cops come

Bartender flirting when the nights done

Sorry gotta run they just fuelled up the Mach 1

Years passing on peninsulas asking

Why the f’ the air so clean let’s gas it

These codes we know don’t include method acting

We just really is..I don’t take it light

Honking in the jeep there’s no need to creep

We gon’ throw til somebody spotted in the heap

Legs poking out he a lollipop

Homeless bob kicking in his Fendi socks

I’m up kill mode If I’m sleep dead

Where the fuck my gram? like y’all never leave bed

I ain’t trying to dwell tho I’m dwelling in the Boeing

Staring at the ants I done diced shogun

Still I got falcon eyes for the snakes

Still I get bitten right in my face

Insect repellent strait of magellan

AMargo Obrero liver rebelling

Advil ain’t cutting damn what happened

Bedroom session start a chain reaction

If it ain’t premium no satisfaction

The governor’s wife’s like..... I don’t take it light

Have to look and admire

All my mirror sees fire

Ain’t my fault that your life turned sour

Buttermilk stank take a shower

You ain’t welcome in my Buttermilk sky

I don’t wanna know ya and I don’t care why

Bang cocadoodle doo

Gunpowder in morning I’m coming through

Wake up bake up the yum yum

Banging on my Conundrum

Bop cocadoodle doo

Gunpowder in morning I’m coming through

This thang here for the worst kinda creature

Call the devil and he’s down for a feature

Label rep on me make a video to it

Peter Jackson’s like please let me do it

Careful what you wish for careful who you pray too

Careful when you get there dead fore its day two

Take proper aim life short ain’t no take two

Me I always knew Woodstock fit my voodoo

Mom died so sad I ain’t cry tho

I just hit record and let the blood flow

I ain’t save a slice I ate the cake whole so

Move along meek mike time to let go

Woah .... fuck all the blind spots

See it and I get it I don’t share making all shots

Had it like I have it you would do it like I did it

Shove that gavel where the sun don’t hit it

Tripping when I’m glyphing not scientific

with the pharaohs in the hieroglyphics

Don’t it taste delicious? My butter talk biscuits

Outa business