Portrait of the Drone
Got my big boy breakfast pourin' monster on my corn flakes
Gotta pay my bills no steering wheel, no brakes
Bust my back for bread hot damn them's high stakes
Live to work no shit, no give backs, no fakes
So I'ma step outside to my back porch
Grab that blunt, run that torch yeehaw
You know I'ma step outside to my back porch
Grab that blunt and I burn that bitch to the floor
That shit is for sure
Now hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
Oh yes sir that shit's for sure
Hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
For a half a day, or maybe a third
Or maybe a third
Got my weekend breakfast pourin' bourbon on my corn flakes
Time to run that grill, cash for a kill,
T-bone steaks before my ego breaks
Family man with a plan wife and kids where are they?
Caught playin' in the dirt, short skirt for christ's sake
So I'ma step outside to my back porch
Grab that blunt, run that torch yeehaw
You know I'ma step outside to my back porch
Grab that blunt and I burn that bitch to the floor
That shit is for sure
Now hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
Oh yes sir that shit's for sure
Hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
For a half a day, or maybe a third
Or maybe a third
(Repetitive, unintelligible rumblings from one's own subconscious)
Gotta pay my bills no steering wheel, no brakes
Bust my back for bread hot damn them's high stakes
Live to work no shit, no give backs, no fakes
So I'ma step outside to my back porch
Grab that blunt, run that torch yeehaw
You know I'ma step outside to my back porch
Grab that blunt and I burn that bitch to the floor
That shit is for sure
Now hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
Oh yes sir that shit's for sure
Hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
For a half a day, or maybe a third
Or maybe a third
Got my weekend breakfast pourin' bourbon on my corn flakes
Time to run that grill, cash for a kill,
T-bone steaks before my ego breaks
Family man with a plan wife and kids where are they?
Caught playin' in the dirt, short skirt for christ's sake
So I'ma step outside to my back porch
Grab that blunt, run that torch yeehaw
You know I'ma step outside to my back porch
Grab that blunt and I burn that bitch to the floor
That shit is for sure
Now hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
Oh yes sir that shit's for sure
Hallelujah for a half a day
Hallelujah for a half a day
For a half a day, or maybe a third
Or maybe a third
(Repetitive, unintelligible rumblings from one's own subconscious)
Credits
Writer(s): Adam Brown
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