Lyrics
(Feel good)
(Feel good)
(Feel good)
(Feel good)
(Feel good)
I ain't got no paper and the missus locked me out
Ain't no staying at my mumsys 'cause my sister got the shout
See them talking on my name, but I ain't givin' 'em the clout
I don't know what all them fuckers talkin' shit to me about
Fu-fu-fuck it, I ain't fussy, pass the Henny and the Julio
You do as you wish, I'm on my bill another doobie flow
Either way, we're out tonight, I'm tryna make a movie
If the club ain't fuckin' open, then I'm ravin' in the studio
Sha-Sha-Sha-Shapes in the booth, in my hand, two cups and a zoot
All the gyaldem stuck to the kid
Rude boy shoulda stuck to the truth
Mix vodka with the SYPS or fuck 'round, mix Cognac with a Boost
Stepped out, jump in the whip, got ten, ten tings in the back of the coupe
Safe, tell a man, "Watch"
Grip mic, then grip the next watch
Go blind when I spit, I can't watch
I spit a light sixteen and breeze
I'm from ends where something gets popped
That's mushrooms, billets and E's
I'm from ends where something gets cropped
That's pictures, pussy and trees
Man, I'm ravin' in the studio
Ra-ra-ravin' in the studio
Man, I'm ravin' in the studio
The club ain't fucking open, and I'm ravin' in the studio
Fuck it, I ain't fussy, pass the Henny and the Julio
You do as you wish, I'm on my bill another doobie flow
Either way, we're out tonight, I'm tryna make a movie
If the club ain't fuckin' open, then I'm ravin' in the studio
Yeah
Windmill, windmill for the land
Turn forever hand in hand
Take it all in on your stride (alright)
It is ticking, falling down (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Love forever, love is free
Let's turn forever, you and me (okay)
Windmill, windmill for the land
Is everybody in?
Ra-ra-ravin' in the studio (yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Ooh-ooh)
Pour a drink and roll trees up, sleeping on me, get beat up
If you heard I was with your girl, just know I'm tearing them cheeks up
I don't care about your man, babe, where he's from or what he does
In the studio at like 6 AM, just praying nobody sees us
And it ain't right (yeah), partyin' until daylight (yeah)
Hit the booth and I take flight, looks like we're in for a great night (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Little scruffy skinhead scally, treatin' Manny like it's Cali
Burning reefer in the taxi, now my jeans are full of backie
Man, I'm ravin' in the studio
Ra-ra-ra-ravin' in the studio (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Man, I'm ravin' in the studio
The club ain't fucking open, and I'm ravin' in the studio
Fuck it, I ain't fussy, pass the Henny and the Julio
You do as you wish, I'm on my bill another doobie flow
Either way, we're out tonight, I'm tryna make a movie
If the club ain't fucking open, then I'm ravin' in the studio
City's breaking down on a camel's back
They just have to go 'cause they don't know whack
So while you fill the streets, it's appealing to see
You won't get undercounted 'cause you're damned and free (okay)
You got a new horizon, it's ephemeral style
A melancholy town where we never smile
And all I wanna hear is the message beep
My dreams, they got her kissing, 'cause I don't get sleep, no
WRITERS
David Jolicoeur, Harrison James Armstrong, Craig Ian Hayward, Brian Joseph Burton, Mohamed Amine Bouguenna, Jamie Christopher Hewlett, Damon Albarn
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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