Letras
Oh yeah, oh lord have mercy
Got different religions tryna convert me
All the drinking and smoking tryna divert me
Spirit of music bigger than Berkeley
Hearing the music I let it jerk me
It's making me move, yeah
It's taking my soul, yeah
I wake up and take a Claritin
Allergic to civilian Samaritans
They stand by, my standards won't ever care again
You were at that show last week
I said where again
I just really don't remember, it ain't arrogance
Sometimes I just forget man, honestly
I do shows every week, they come out so I speak
Some sold out, some are only 8 deep
I roll out, wolf, who get along with the sheep
In a waist deep pile of hate and negativity
I can't sleep so I'm up late with productivity
I can't sleep so I'm up late with creativity
I can't sleep, I can't ever sleep efficiently
Nor can I rely on people moving fishily
Even pro tools be acting a fool finicky
Wholesome Dave and Hoop James, Officially
Western Mass, my North Shore roots turning hillbilly
Western Mass, this flow could be coming from a field really
A Bus Pass, cold feet in my truck so my wheels chilly
Puff Pass, I don't smoke crops from the fields
Cause naturally I feel silly
Man that's corny asf
Corn, Like a field
You get it
Now that's corny asf
Oh yeah, oh lord have mercy
Got different religions trying to convert me
All the drinking and smoking trying to divert me
Spirit of music bigger than Berkeley
Hearing the music I let it jerk me
It's making me move, yeah
It's taking my soul, yeah
Ain't from Texas but I'm chilling at the roadhouse
Off of Route 9 with some felines
Looking at the menu it's difficult to decide
Between the steak fries and the felines
I guess I'm both hungry and horny but in the meantime
I need some me time, just gotta breathe bro
Overthinking and stressing until I realize
That I can have multiple sides and take em both home
I can read a situation, Barnes and Noble
Jumper cable flow so AAA kinda hopeful
Rapping on a rode, the vocal get blast local
Weed won't want me to stop, no joint focal
The radio active with Hoop not Chernobyl
From Honolulu to Constantinople
Ain't slicing my, payin the price of my whole total
Got my ex bitch whipped so hell yeah I'm mobile
Cruising through West Mass, Greenfield to Amherst
I gotta get back
Cruising through West Mass, dark world records
Be world wrecking with bluegrass
I'm back to the North Shore
A household name, yeah they know me from door to door
I'm back to the North Shore this summer man
Hit me up if you tryna make some history