Simple - Morning Glory lyrics

[Intro: sIMple] Do you wanna get high with ussss? Who wants get high with us? You wants to get high with us? Do ya? Do ya? x2 [Verse 1: Simple] Uh, check it Microphone wreck it Wreck it erra erra Skit and skat and kick it in a ???? In my era era flavor savor now or later Gators Flyer than space invaders baked behind some aviators Imitated innovations making way for the complacent Keep it wavy and everything is gravy baby Really thought I make waves like Poseidon Hoes saying hi to him Johnny Tsunami riding it High as sh** on a dolphin fin Honest engine I been thinking If Huck finished a 5th of whatever he was drinking And hopped in front of a Lincoln and started speeding Would you tell lawyer you say your boy flying past a patrol car Or would you kid? Ok check this I got a Spanish b**h and she an undergraduate in management Favorite past time is s**ing dick and rolling Cannabis Balling crossing over seas see if you can handle this Fade away J, push off and smile for the cameras Fist pumping full off of fish dumpling peeled in a fresh onion Drop the top and let the sun innnnn chill and get blunted Forge trauma more horse power than ????????? And portofino stuffed portabella over linguini rapini and vino reduccions This is something like! My feet up on the ottoman there's no path that I'm offering That fits with these iconic lines Hypothesize an awesome life looking for the keys to happiness Already lost it twice, like what would you do for a Klondike It's on like, liquor spilled on women All up in the Villa while I blast this sh** Do you wanna get high with us? Do I really have to ask the sh**? I'm on acid hits, I'm really f**ed up I got to pa** this sh** [Chorus: Callon B] This is Morning Glory Say Good morning for me x2 [Verse 2: Callon B] Sent a message to my dealer hope he gets me straight Probably also sent that message to the NSA Foggy lungs but don't doubt that I ain't been in shape Better flee to shade flows hotter than the 5th of May b**h I'm quick to slay Came in this world equipped with taste Affixiated with haze and I'm in disarray sh**s feasible no doubtingly reasonable Unreachable, a gift from the Heaven's sent from me to you Tip the pizza dude then it's back to rolling dope up Grab a Styrofoam cup, now hold up Triple stacks thicker than cold nipples Hope you hold liquor, rub one off and we blow nickles I'm out my f**ing mind, colors out the f**ing lines Huffing pine look in my eyes you think I'm bluffing guys sh**, pupils big as mother f**ing pancakes Lets see how many doses I can take Till I'm foaming out the mouth Holding down the south Spitting sh** foul As molded sauerkraut Through sleet hale snow and when it showers out Till they turn my power out I'll be a f**ing power house Uh, yeah Callon B, Peace Tea by the gallon please In the clouds up high enjoy the mountain scene Such an astounding being You only see what you're allowed to see I'm becoming someone that I'm proud to be! Candy flipping, watching Andy Griffith Lay her on the couch and left her mother f**ing panties dripping Fanny gripping, just friends is an understatement Hide this tape when you get it don't let your mother play it Me and my brothers jaded, GYB till the end comes f** who? Offend none I'm after Income, bad b**hes and then some Wish my weed dealer would pick up.....f** [Chorus: Callon B]