Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Honey Jack, artist - D Smoke. Album song Inglewood High, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.10.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: WoodWorks
Song language: English
Honey Jack |
Wicked-minded and kind-hearted |
Aiming for entertainment, then you picked a fine target |
Nothing normal or regular here |
In a world of rectangles and squares |
Regular spheres are what I’ve grown to revere and respect |
They neglect the rules and lines drawn |
Mid-chaos boss, they managed to find calm |
Met with a kiss of death and managed to find tongue |
Sex with a chick is next to perfect when mind’s young |
Idolize a single moment of pleasure |
Cohesive in the sheets, let’s keep this moment together |
And if I make you leak, promise me you’ll pull my lever |
To release all of the feelings that I suppressed indefinitely |
Effortlessly my mind travels to times past |
Finding revelation at bottom of wine glasses |
All I had in my pocket, a condom, a dime, chapstick, and a pad |
Travel the city when lines pass, that’s free |
Paid too much for that, get your money back |
Kickin' back, sippin' up on some Honey Jack |
Full glasses, it’s 'bout to be a mummy wrap |
Off the Honey Jack, Honey Jack |
Brown liquor |
Off that Honey Jack |
Okay |
Clear for the turn up, brown for the mellow |
Cinnamon for the punch, stir it, call it Canelo |
Don’t take shots, just pour a glass and let go |
The third one’ll probably have you bent like an elbow |
Since in the ghetto |
There’s a liquor store on every corner |
It’s easy like tea in a kettle |
Caffeine dreams, model chicks in stilettos |
Mainstream love pull your strings like Gepetto |
Jell-O backbone, she wax on, tryna shine |
When she only hit your line for good times and Amaretto |
Good wine is cool, but that whiskey’ll have you feelin' old-school |
Record spinnin', Chopin on the cello |
DeLorean, way ahead of your time |
Sippin' some shit that settle your mind rather than have you laid out |
On your knees at the porcelain throne prayed out |
Don’t overdo your fade, all that kind of shit is played out |
Todo lo que estaba haciendo en la universidad esto que preperarse |
Ayy, bro, Smoke already lit, my nigga, don’t give this nigga nothing, nigga |
Pour me up a drink, pour me up a drink, nigga |
Bitch, I’m in the mood, fuck 'bout what you think, nigga |
Ho, I’m who I’m is, fuck 'bout what you ain’t, nigga |
Your shit is easy, I do just what you can’t, nigga |
You bent if you think I ain’t straighter than a plank |
And if you wanna push the issue, say it in my face |
And I promise I won’t dismiss you, I’ma entertain |
For a college nigga with knowledge, I’m a bit deranged |
They thought a nigga left the hood and chose a different lane |
I left the hood to rearrange how we approach the game |
But that exposure got me feelin' like the odds is stacked against us |
Systematic oppression, we just servants indentured |
Politicians retire while we work 'til we in dentures |
They kill our black heroes and then just give us one Avenger |
Wakanda forever, my nigga |
More like pour me a drink, I wonder what kind of liquor |
And on the saxophone, we have |
My big bro |
Terrace Martin |