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Robert Alfred Hite
Robert Alfred Hite
Songwriter
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Grace Hite
Grace Hite
Producer

Lyrics

Way back when I was walking on the universe I was sitting on my throne Drunk off life, on my own That was way before the goddamn Patron You want tequila? I want a good margarita We not the same, but it's your ass that I'm eating I'm feeling my fashion is out of the season I'm feeling your morals are out of the reason I'm dreaming, I'm with the love of my life and she's creaming Layin' on her back and she's moaning and screaming Couldn't be happier than my grand pappy when he fought for freedom I'm not referring to anything wild Could be the shackles, a metaphor child You got my number but please don't redial Send me an email and attach a file Ooh, today's the day that I'm a get stuff done Ooh, today's the day that I'm a finna have fun Ooh, today's the day that I'm a go on that run Ooh, today's the day that I'm a get stuff done You could call me a honeybee, I'm sweeter than a motherfuckin' Sunny D I'll tell you where I'm bout' a be, I'ma pull up with a melody And I'ma call Akeelah from the Spelling Bee to spell me syzygy Nigga I'm a scholar, if you muthafuckas resonate then holler I'ma pull up on a nigga make his ass a white collar I'm a product of the village, always giving back Any talking smack muthafucka's giving really whack If you want a rack, motherfucka I just spent it On a new spaceship 'cuz I'm tryna go to new planets When it's coming to speed, I got no limits When it's time to read, I got no sentence Like Kyle Rittenhouse, I'm taking my shoes off I'm in an Asian house He taking his boots off, you lickin' and I'm kickin' you, suspect Exterminate you like a fuckin' mouse Ooh, today's the day that I'm a get stuff done Ooh, today's the day that I'm a go on that run Ooh, today's the day that I'm a get that gun Ooh, today's the day that I'm a get stuff done When I was a little boy I wanted to mess around And fuck it up on them drums Middle school came around, I'm running track And I discovered just how far I can jump High school was a relative peak For somebody but not me 'Cause I took a faithful leap Now I'm rolling in the deep Catch me rollin' in a 'lectric limited time Jeep Now I'm carrying the bag, now you missing what you had You were a fad, a phase, now I'm seeing through the haze Now you yearning for my glaze Hit up my old homies just to blaze What they doing nowadays? Never fail to amaze They deserve the praise People around me are flourishing in all these ways Ooh, today's the day that I'ma get stuff done Ooh, today's the day that I'ma go on that run Ooh, today's the day that I'ma get that gun Ooh, today's the day that I'ma get stuff done
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