Wake Up // Walking Bees Intro
Wake up on a
Wake up on a
Wake up on a
Wake up on a
Wake up on a
Wake up on a Tuesday
Roll my blunt while I'm listening to Juicy
Say what you want
You know I don't care what you say
Imma stay trust
Yeah I don't fuck with D'usse
It was all a dream
Now this shit is getting juicy
I'm getting cream
This shit is sweet
That leche dulce
I need a beat to write to
While I'm smokin'
Wait I got loose leafs
I went and bought the store or car covers
I got hoopties
Cameras on me now I'm to fast to shoot a movie
But I feel like the only one
Lonely star in this galaxy
Momma I know I'm the only son
I know this life is fallacy
But there is no where to run
Better go face reality
Yeah you better wake up
Fore your pour another cup
Now I don't want to see you stuck
I'll be the homie of the month
Fuck it
Homie of the year
If you my homie since a runt
You'll get a demon just to stunt
We in Virginia Beach
Playin' in the sand like rust
Yeah I know that life is tough
But you got to get up and get yours
So go get what you want
Yeah I got up and got what I want
Had to balance studio with when my vehicle will run
I made a flow and a name for myself
Now this shit naturally come
Y'all fighting over bars
While I'm writing
Waiting for the punch
Yeah
I do this shit for fun
Don't get your hopes crushed
Tell me how you gunna solve a problem with guns and a dope rush
If you have a problem, think
Solve it with your notebook
I got everybody thinking
Still they think I'm no good
You know I'm not the only one
Drugs, cars
Imma own me some
New kicks call me Daniel Son
I'm a word smith
I'm rambling on
Any word, I'll handle it all
And if you don't fuck with Steezy
You can go to hell or go to Canada dog
You better make that head nod
Better make that head nod
This that shit that hip hop
This that shit that we rock
Yeah you better wake up
Fore your pour another cup
I don't want to see you stuck
I'll be the homie of the month
Fuck it
Homie of the year
If you my homie since a runt
You'll get a demon just to stunt
We in Virginia Beach
Playin' in the sand like rust
Yeah I know that life is tough
But you got to get up and get yours
So go get what you want
As men
We're taught to bottle emotions
In turn
We grab metal cans and glass bottles
I don't advise everybody to do this
Cuz don't forget
10, 000 bees are armed with 10, 000 stings
Wake up on a
Wake up on a
Wake up on a
Wake up on a
Wake up on a Tuesday
Roll my blunt while I'm listening to Juicy
Say what you want
You know I don't care what you say
Imma stay trust
Yeah I don't fuck with D'usse
It was all a dream
Now this shit is getting juicy
I'm getting cream
This shit is sweet
That leche dulce
I need a beat to write to
While I'm smokin'
Wait I got loose leafs
I went and bought the store or car covers
I got hoopties
Cameras on me now I'm to fast to shoot a movie
But I feel like the only one
Lonely star in this galaxy
Momma I know I'm the only son
I know this life is fallacy
But there is no where to run
Better go face reality
Yeah you better wake up
Fore your pour another cup
Now I don't want to see you stuck
I'll be the homie of the month
Fuck it
Homie of the year
If you my homie since a runt
You'll get a demon just to stunt
We in Virginia Beach
Playin' in the sand like rust
Yeah I know that life is tough
But you got to get up and get yours
So go get what you want
Yeah I got up and got what I want
Had to balance studio with when my vehicle will run
I made a flow and a name for myself
Now this shit naturally come
Y'all fighting over bars
While I'm writing
Waiting for the punch
Yeah
I do this shit for fun
Don't get your hopes crushed
Tell me how you gunna solve a problem with guns and a dope rush
If you have a problem, think
Solve it with your notebook
I got everybody thinking
Still they think I'm no good
You know I'm not the only one
Drugs, cars
Imma own me some
New kicks call me Daniel Son
I'm a word smith
I'm rambling on
Any word, I'll handle it all
And if you don't fuck with Steezy
You can go to hell or go to Canada dog
You better make that head nod
Better make that head nod
This that shit that hip hop
This that shit that we rock
Yeah you better wake up
Fore your pour another cup
I don't want to see you stuck
I'll be the homie of the month
Fuck it
Homie of the year
If you my homie since a runt
You'll get a demon just to stunt
We in Virginia Beach
Playin' in the sand like rust
Yeah I know that life is tough
But you got to get up and get yours
So go get what you want
As men
We're taught to bottle emotions
In turn
We grab metal cans and glass bottles
I don't advise everybody to do this
Cuz don't forget
10, 000 bees are armed with 10, 000 stings
Credits
Writer(s): Benjamin Hummel
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