Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Not Today, artist - Chill Bump.
Date of issue: 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 |