Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Not Today , by - Chill Bump. Release date: 14.07.2016
Song language: English
Not Today |
| Sky blue, the sun glistenin' |
| I hear morning birds whistlin' |
| Yesterday, I weren’t listenin' |
| But right now I feel different |
| I’ve been down in the alley |
| With darkness around me |
| Where everything’s cloudy and grey |
| Birds chirp as I slurp my brew |
| I’m cool with the work I do |
| Clock ticks and the world might move |
| Time stops with a girl like you |
| Perched high word my dude |
| I observe life from a bird’s-eye view |
| Junks try hurt my mood |
| But my sky pure right blue |
| No risk taking |
| I tell my demons they are mistaken |
| I lift weights, eat less bacon |
| I run with the sun that’s wakin' |
| Jumping rope 'til my legs achin' |
| Bathing when the heat get bakin' |
| Hiking when I need escapin' |
| Stopping when the sight breathtakin' |
| Cool, no cynical |
| Vision when I’m by the swimming pool |
| Sitting with a friend or two |
| Sipping brews with them |
| Chatting, chitting, skinny-dipping with a few women |
| Just a simple musician |
| Getting lewd when I’m in the booth spittin' sabertooths |
| Ripping new rhythms scribbling cool shit to the syllabus |
| Fittin' this shot of Remy Gamy Mary |
| Followed by a shot of Henny |
| While I’m voluntary solitary |
| Hand on my belly |
| Bumping like a velly |
| Then I get a cute message on my celly |
| Who’s this? |
| That hottie Betty? |
| Pretty spelling something like Halle Berry |
| Hurry up money buddy quick come and get me |
| Because I got another bottle with me |
| Better bring your bare body quickly |
| Bottoms up, we can swallow plenty |
| We ain’t gotta stop 'til the second bottle empty |
| And then she unzips my fly, ah |
| 'Til I twitch and wind with desire |
| Wired up by her, shit is fire |
| Sizzling like a kitchen fire |
| Fixing to make a flying bitch sing higher |
| Than the very high-pitched Mariah |
| Higher than the little children’s choir |
| Busting the grill with Jim Prior |
| Even like she, living my dream |
| Sharing my life with the right queen |
| Tearing my mics, getting my green |
| Feeling mad like you know what I mean |
| Sky blue, the sun glistenin' |
| I hear morning birds whistlin' |
| Yesterday I weren’t listenin' |
| But now I feel different |
| I’ve been down in the alley |
| With darkness around me |
| Where everything’s cloudy and grey |
| But not today |