Bill Murray

Same thing different day like it's groundhog
We been watching all our movies with the sound off
Stoned I'm at the supey walking with a frown on
They ain't got my favourite bikkies now I'm on a bad buzz
Bad buzz

We don't want no trouble
We just on our hustle
Always seeing double
Tryna do it subtle
Boy you make me chuckle
Walking dragging knuckles doing fuck all
It's a rough road buckle up ya buckles

I'ma just take my time
Looking at this pink skyline as we drink fine wine
Look at how the time just flies
When we doing what we love that's right

That's right
That's right
That's right
That's right

Breakfast in the evening
Sleeping on the ceiling
Tryna get that feeling
I really gotta leave it

I can do this stuff all week
But I need my sleep
Gotta count those sheep
We got it popping in the town my dream
I swear it sounds so deep I swear it sounds so

Same thing different day like its groundhog
Don't be stupid gotta play it with sound up
Billy Murray in my house looking wound up
Still aint got my favourite bikkies why they always outa stock

Such a born sinner
Monsters in my mirror
Punishing my liver
Man it make me shiver
Bodies in the chiller
Going for some dinner with my dealer
It's a rough road get ya boy Bimma

I'ma just take my time
Looking at this pink skyline as we drink fine wine
Look at how the time just flies
When we doing what we love that's right

That's right
That's right
That's right
That's right



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Morgan-crossland, Tim Calkin
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