Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Hippy, artist - MOD SUN. Date of issue: 09.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Hippy |
| I struggle to form a sentence |
| As the words «I'm good!» |
| dripped out of my mouth |
| Barely making it past my teeth |
| Had I known this was my last statement |
| I would have attempted to put it more eloquently |
| The world as I knew it was slowly faded to black |
| As I fell into an infinite slumber! |
| If you see me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| I smoke that «killy» |
| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| Now I’m never goin to sleep again |
| Let’s turn this to a never ending evening |
| «Pants below his ass how did he get in?» |
| Good karma, I’m on the receiving end |
| Never growing up like Mr. Pan |
| Bumpin old school like the shows on TV Land |
| I’m warmin up but I don’t need a fan |
| You ain’t down with Rasta? |
| My gosh, hasta la vista man |
| Cuz I ain’t puttin this «grade A» out for nobody |
| You can do what you do just don’t do nothin to my party |
| I’m already a regular in favor, also a savior |
| I got my own flavor, I don’t do it nothin like your neighbor |
| But I’m sure you knew that |
| It’s impossible to keep a secret if you rap |
| Better not do that, give me every detail and make it juicy |
| Gotta tell the world about the movie, how you livin thoughtfully |
| How you keep it so groovy, let em let em know |
| If you see me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| I smoke that «killy» |
| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| All we do is roll around pull up to a different town |
| Winter, summer, stormin, we still got the windows down |
| Happy as a motherfucker, happy as a motherfucker |
| If you see me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| I smoke that «killy» |
| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| All we do is roll around, pull up to a different town |
| People yelling «Hallelujah!» |
| Yeah they lovin the different sound |
| The radio’s Great Depression will soon be ending |
| Once I leave my impression on adolescence |
| I’m just your type like the text that you sending |
| I said I meant it, I don’t need no edit |
| I get it, I get it. |
| Reinvent it, I don’t need any credit |
| Remember forget it |
| What was I saying? |
| Somethin bout my crew? |
| Cool |
| All we do is roll around pull up to a different town |
| (Don't act like you don’t see us now.) |
| (We're back!) |
| (It's lookin like Woodstock again my hippy) |
| If you see me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| I smoke that «killy» |
| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| If you see me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |
| I smoke that «killy» |
| See me in your city say, «What's up my Hippy?!» |