Joey Bada$$ (joey Bada**) - Norwegian Breakfast lyrics

[Verse 1] If you could see the world through my corneas The corner of my eye, I block out the erroneous Sometimes I wish they made these contacts with euphoria Then maybe I could bear to open my eyelids more accordingly Underage kids pour Georgi Porgi And get grooved up til four in the morning With four tenderonis off one orgy At the crack of dawn, get the crack at the Don Corleone And I'm feeling like I got it made man They smell the bait all on me and ask "what you made man?" But that don't really count if you ain't saving They enslaving my people straight to the grave and Minimum wage at war, ask what we fighting for Need more oil? Sure of course Just grab a piece of the pie, three-point-one-four 159 lives hit the floor and break celestial walls Per second And these n***as think it's rap that got me stressing It's about to be a rap when I pick the Smith and Wesson up Cause these words ain't enough to be defending us [Hook] But I try I try I try I try [Verse 2:] An eye for an eye make the world go 'round An eye for a guy make your girl go down She sip the sh** like it's liquor But coming out my god body, it's like elixir She trying to prolong life, I'm trying to prolong my dick and sh** I give it to her quick, that's a sad predicament I swear I hate predicting sh**, she said it taste magnificent Sour like piff, but sweet like black licorice b**hes, money, and weed, same sh**, just ignorance But how you expect me to act? Less black, less n******gish? f** that, money control all my n***as sh** And the white man stay trying to get a n***a rich And turn us on each other, like, what we fighting for? Need more who*es, another Porsche, of course Just grab a piece of the pie, three-point-one-four 159 dimes hit the floor and break they jaws Make that kushy applause Per second If only these n***as knew it's rapping that got me stressing b**hes popping off like my Smith and Wesson [Hook:] Cause I try I try Cause I try I try Ain't trying hard enough...