Luncheon
Gift from the lord
Suicide doors
To you that I applause
I feel it in my core
Come broad I know you want more
This artwork is my art form
Youngman born, straight out the womb
Fuckin on the explore, made out like export
Boom, you came too soon
I waited out like a man that never faded out, watch my cadence now
You can't match my painted nouns
Latch on and savour now
Turn me up and raise the sound
Turn me on and lay on couch
Ouch
Back up young blood I'm a bount
I jiggle puff and pound
Bitches bring the uproar, loud
I found myself, up high, between land and sky
For a while, now
In the city all I wanna be is miles away from shitty, I'm so fed up
Cause All I wanna be is way up
In the trees and the mountains with my fucking lunch
Bum around, get the know the locals that's a must
Find my way through the lands, that's my funking fun. Cause
All I wanna be is way up
In the trees and the mountains with my fucking lunch
Bum around, get the know the locals that's a must
Find my way through the lands, that's my funking fun
I feel the funk
Skinny legs
But I pack a punch
Stack a noodle for lunch with some funking rum
Mum
Independent and ya son, young man crucify, fuck a stun, umm
I'm an artist, my flows so hot that it could melt the arctic
Last thing that I want is to mother fuckin start shit
I rather be up in the mother loving mountains, sipping green tea in tent fkn lounging
Cause all I wanna be is way up
Stuck in the clouds, I'm not asking for much
Have a girl on the side just to test my luck
I play my hands right, yeah I've never had to bust
I'm a man, to be the man, all I want is to be hundred grand, above land
Licking plum and jam off my fuckn hand man
Youngman out with the youngman plan
Cause All I wanna be is way up
In the trees and the mountains with my fucking lunch
Bum around, get the know the locals that's a must
Find my way through the lands, that's my funking fun. Cause
All I wanna be is way up
In the trees and the mountains with my fucking lunch
Bum around, get the know the locals that's a must
Find my way through the lands, that's my funking fun
Suicide doors
To you that I applause
I feel it in my core
Come broad I know you want more
This artwork is my art form
Youngman born, straight out the womb
Fuckin on the explore, made out like export
Boom, you came too soon
I waited out like a man that never faded out, watch my cadence now
You can't match my painted nouns
Latch on and savour now
Turn me up and raise the sound
Turn me on and lay on couch
Ouch
Back up young blood I'm a bount
I jiggle puff and pound
Bitches bring the uproar, loud
I found myself, up high, between land and sky
For a while, now
In the city all I wanna be is miles away from shitty, I'm so fed up
Cause All I wanna be is way up
In the trees and the mountains with my fucking lunch
Bum around, get the know the locals that's a must
Find my way through the lands, that's my funking fun. Cause
All I wanna be is way up
In the trees and the mountains with my fucking lunch
Bum around, get the know the locals that's a must
Find my way through the lands, that's my funking fun
I feel the funk
Skinny legs
But I pack a punch
Stack a noodle for lunch with some funking rum
Mum
Independent and ya son, young man crucify, fuck a stun, umm
I'm an artist, my flows so hot that it could melt the arctic
Last thing that I want is to mother fuckin start shit
I rather be up in the mother loving mountains, sipping green tea in tent fkn lounging
Cause all I wanna be is way up
Stuck in the clouds, I'm not asking for much
Have a girl on the side just to test my luck
I play my hands right, yeah I've never had to bust
I'm a man, to be the man, all I want is to be hundred grand, above land
Licking plum and jam off my fuckn hand man
Youngman out with the youngman plan
Cause All I wanna be is way up
In the trees and the mountains with my fucking lunch
Bum around, get the know the locals that's a must
Find my way through the lands, that's my funking fun. Cause
All I wanna be is way up
In the trees and the mountains with my fucking lunch
Bum around, get the know the locals that's a must
Find my way through the lands, that's my funking fun
Credits
Writer(s): Ymk, Kevin Isaac
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