Happy In My Hoody lyrics

[Verse 1: Bliss]
Direct from the Secret Garden, next to my hovering castle
I break it down fresh like the crunch of an apple
sh*t, so just plug in my channel
It's that nutty motherf*cker with a bundle of cashews
In his head, I just sled, as the jungle unravels
With my satchel, my lasso, I jumped on my camel
Set forth with my pallet and my colouring pastels
Jonathan Swift-ly writing his Gulliver's Travels
At the Bliss brewery, guzzle a bubbling glass full
Went under my chateau, where I hung up my shadow
From the mantle, free from the government shackles
I can handle anything the governor tackles
They have grappled deep with these troublesome vandals
You can catch me in my hoodie when I come to the battle
In my crooked canoe, pick the puddle to paddle
Still a wonderful chap, who tipped the slumbering cattle

[Chorus: Bliss & Eso]
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
If you ain't f*cking with us then you ain't going my way
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
With caps and kicks, pack the spliff full of high grade
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
And I can't see you if you coming at me sideways
b*tch
[Scratches: DJ Izm]
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
Welcome to something you've never seen before."

[Verse 2: Eso]
It's the rainy days vs the endless summer
The place she made, God bless my mother
It's the laws they make, the laws I break
The highs, the lows, the windy roads
The knowledge in rhyme, versus the bullets in your pistols
The dollars they dive for, the pusher with a Pit Bull
The too cool for school, but never under pressure
The rebel with a cause, who's ready for whatever
So catch me in my hoodie, flipping off the pigs
Don't come around here, there's no sh*tting where I live
My whole platoon reps one love daily
Mad like Stewie yelling, "f*ck you, pay me" (Got my money?)
On the double 'cause I'm trouble if you don't
Motherf*cker there's no muzzle on my nose
I'ma bite back, you like that (Hell yeah, kick it Macka)
I don't need a bike rack, I ride that sh*tty tractor

[Chorus: Bliss & Eso]
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
If you ain't f*cking with us then you ain't going my way
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
With caps and kicks, pack the spliff full of high grade
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
And I can't see you if you coming at me sideways
b*tch
[Verse 3: Phrase]
Cats love it 'cause the flow look hot
Like the body of a coupé with a cream drop top
Let's go, readjust, kids strap your belts
Let's take a little ride to the wishing well
That well which inside my wish had fell
Where this wretched witch then cast a spell
And she must've used herbs like twice as strong
'Cause it made me want to smoke like Cheech and Chong
Right or wrong, I was hooked, I had found my calling
I couldn't get enough of this downwards falling
It's not to say the sound on earth is boring
But I knew the underground was worth exploring
So I packed my bags and I grabbed my swag
And I haven't been back since then, since then
You can catch me in my hoodie on a Friday
Getting p*ssy with the lads on the highway
Blazing one to Frank Sinatra, did it my way
I can't believe we're getting paid for getting sideways

[Pre-Verse: Hyjak]
Kiddies, please block your ears
This next guy gets a bit noisy

[Verse 4: Hyjak]
Where my dingoes at, we out to trample the track
Hyjak: The straw that broke the camel's back
Got my whole career in shambles but I'm handling that
Watch you leave in an ambulance and we sampling that
{Ambulance Siren} That's the sound of the city
We chop ounces of sticky, ride round like Mr. Whippy
Catch me in my hoodie getting blazed again
Run out of weed, I smoke the sleeve of some made of hemp
I gotta pay the rent, you maf*ckers should know
Don't make me beat you down with a phone like Russell Crowe
I flip a couple of shows, hustle a bundle of smoke
Watch the bills crumble and chuckle like, "Oh
sh*t, I'm rich" Feels so important
Till I wake the next day, it's gone by the morning
Raw like Michael Moore, got the government strung out
I kicked a rhyme about Howard, he got kicked the f*ck out
[Chorus: Bliss & Eso]
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
If you ain't f*cking with us then you ain't going my way
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
With caps and kicks, pack the spliff full of high grade
I feel happy in my hoodie on a Friday
And I can't see you if you coming at me sideways
b*tch