Read at 3:53 AM by MATO Lyrics
[Intro]
I try to be humble
Lest I stumble
On the ottoman again, logging lagers to the chin
Life's only hard when you pretend, so stick up and release
Peanut butter stuck on my hiccups thanks to Reese's Pieces (please)
[Verse 1]
Okay, so it's 3:53 (AM)
And there's a suggestive theme
Most of the people around me don't even see
Astounding, so that's why I'm sounding
Like I'm always pouting
It's quiet astounding
But the violins shouting, shouting
Shaolin monks can't presume or move smoothly in my Temple of Doom
That's always bumping Doom
I've got deep fried friends like dumplings
That puff smoke instead of coming to my functions
Chunky lungs of gunky skunk, so when they chest bump, it's a smokey tundra of crumpled fun and munchie crumbs
"Mato have fun and gust this wind, this weed is greener than the toe fungus"
This one is for my dope fiends and my dolphins
But there has to be a fin
[Hook x4]
And there ain't no lie
Bye bye bye
[Verse 2]
I feel it's because the teachers I resort to reefer
But I'm staying off the bleachers and making plays sweeter than peaches
Fuzz prickled buzz but the beard is on the come up
Pastor preaching on my playlist, Lupe Fiasco he's known as
Booster pack of my booze because to write lyrics I need a relapse
Kerosine in the kettle cause I breath flame
Periwinkle the tint of the rain
Prince the crown of the name
I'm printing violence in these verses and refrains
Yet I admit to silence when I have family pains
Killing carpenters to for keep a roof for my shingles
Sheltering my family, and what would help would be a single
Life's full of 'almost', that's why my shoulders are always Pringles
[Hook x4]
And there ain't no lie
Bye bye bye
I try to be humble
Lest I stumble
On the ottoman again, logging lagers to the chin
Life's only hard when you pretend, so stick up and release
Peanut butter stuck on my hiccups thanks to Reese's Pieces (please)
[Verse 1]
Okay, so it's 3:53 (AM)
And there's a suggestive theme
Most of the people around me don't even see
Astounding, so that's why I'm sounding
Like I'm always pouting
It's quiet astounding
But the violins shouting, shouting
Shaolin monks can't presume or move smoothly in my Temple of Doom
That's always bumping Doom
I've got deep fried friends like dumplings
That puff smoke instead of coming to my functions
Chunky lungs of gunky skunk, so when they chest bump, it's a smokey tundra of crumpled fun and munchie crumbs
"Mato have fun and gust this wind, this weed is greener than the toe fungus"
This one is for my dope fiends and my dolphins
But there has to be a fin
[Hook x4]
And there ain't no lie
Bye bye bye
[Verse 2]
I feel it's because the teachers I resort to reefer
But I'm staying off the bleachers and making plays sweeter than peaches
Fuzz prickled buzz but the beard is on the come up
Pastor preaching on my playlist, Lupe Fiasco he's known as
Booster pack of my booze because to write lyrics I need a relapse
Kerosine in the kettle cause I breath flame
Periwinkle the tint of the rain
Prince the crown of the name
I'm printing violence in these verses and refrains
Yet I admit to silence when I have family pains
Killing carpenters to for keep a roof for my shingles
Sheltering my family, and what would help would be a single
Life's full of 'almost', that's why my shoulders are always Pringles
[Hook x4]
And there ain't no lie
Bye bye bye