paroles de chanson Good Day - Upchurch

As soon as I wake, should be a good day
Hand on this blunt, nothin' in my way
Devil might call, it's not my wave
I be soul searchin' in the weeds all day
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Some days, while I'm sittin', gettin' too baked
Pull the '57 Bel Air right out of my driveway
Slidin' down Main, top down, sun shinin'
Like I'm headlinin' the main stage in the golden age

And I'm too high right now to be out here trippin'
I be makin' music babies even if nobody listen
If I'm a diamond in the dirt, so underground I better glisten
You ain't gotta find me, me and mine be on a mission

As soon as I wake, should be a good day
Hand on this blunt, nothin' in my way
Devil might call, it's not my wave
I be soul searchin' in the weeds all day
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh

Woke up smilin', I'm alive and well, driveway like a dealership
Bunch of honeys with my number, and I'm like, "Hell yeah"
Call me Captain No Cap, walk into court, relax
Roll a blunt in my Caddy as my detail drives me back

No calls hit my line 'cause my phone screen always black
I laugh at all my problems and forget enemies, that's facts
That's all smoke in the wind, middle console all raps
And I burned so many trees, in the trunk there is a axe

Tokin' up all these leaves, got Gatlinburg in a sack
And I be yellin' like a coyote from a Rocky Top cabin
Ayy, yeah, between the cattle and 'shrooms
And the mountain and moons is a vibe and a mood, true

As soon as I wake, should be a good day
Hand on this blunt, nothin' in my way
Devil might call, it's not my wave
I be soul searchin' in the weeds all day
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh, oh