Joy
Joy Joy Joy Joy
Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo
I see the storm comin I know I'm insulated
Shout out to the fans cuz y'all been so patient
Heres that new sound that y'all have been awaitin
Putting on the hardest for the city and there ain't no debating
I'm riding the beat like a skateboard
Feeling so blessed just like I'm A Ward
Drinks on me no need to pay for it
The headlines wonder if ill stay for it
See I got plans the next day
On to the next phase
Break-aye at beignet
Had my walls so high, I'm talkin Fenway
Looking ahead like them gon' be my best days
Yep, thinking bout my future
Up with the roosters
Sipping on kombucha
Yall some talkers and I'm more or a do'er
Thinkin back in the days when y'all thought I was a loser but
Joy Joy Joy Joy
Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo
I'm lookin up and I think the storm passed
This the feeling when im pulling up to my momma at mass
It rained so hard but it all past tho
Thanking my lord I didn't go pistachio
All this pressure
Ever since I could remember
Was in the bottoms yeah I was something just like Kemper
But now I rose
Chillin with woes
Putting on for the city mothafucka come out to a show
Whoa whoa I'm sayin too much
Yall been talkin but I give 2 fucks
Cuz I'm so cool with me
No cryin when I go and play this at the eulogy
From the city of the fountains
All love for my boys cuz they always keep me grounded
My style is like my women oh yes they so well rounded
Searching for my joy oh yes I found it
Joy Joy Joy Joy
Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo
Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo
I see the storm comin I know I'm insulated
Shout out to the fans cuz y'all been so patient
Heres that new sound that y'all have been awaitin
Putting on the hardest for the city and there ain't no debating
I'm riding the beat like a skateboard
Feeling so blessed just like I'm A Ward
Drinks on me no need to pay for it
The headlines wonder if ill stay for it
See I got plans the next day
On to the next phase
Break-aye at beignet
Had my walls so high, I'm talkin Fenway
Looking ahead like them gon' be my best days
Yep, thinking bout my future
Up with the roosters
Sipping on kombucha
Yall some talkers and I'm more or a do'er
Thinkin back in the days when y'all thought I was a loser but
Joy Joy Joy Joy
Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo
I'm lookin up and I think the storm passed
This the feeling when im pulling up to my momma at mass
It rained so hard but it all past tho
Thanking my lord I didn't go pistachio
All this pressure
Ever since I could remember
Was in the bottoms yeah I was something just like Kemper
But now I rose
Chillin with woes
Putting on for the city mothafucka come out to a show
Whoa whoa I'm sayin too much
Yall been talkin but I give 2 fucks
Cuz I'm so cool with me
No cryin when I go and play this at the eulogy
From the city of the fountains
All love for my boys cuz they always keep me grounded
My style is like my women oh yes they so well rounded
Searching for my joy oh yes I found it
Joy Joy Joy Joy
Wooo Wooo Wooo Wooo
Credits
Writer(s): Joel Davis, Vincent Calloway, Reginald Calloway
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