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Business as Usual
John Chuck & The Class
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Pockets full of holes
Duct tape microphones
Got no cash or gold
Got nowhere to go
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But the music still got us like (WHOA)
Got our heads kinda noddin like (WHOA)
And the whole crowd's rockin like (WHOA)
AH WHOAH WHOA
Imma eat the whole beat and then imma work it off
Dressed fly in a fresh pair of birkenstocks
The way we ride these sound waves is like we surf a lot
I'm in deep
Floaties off
Shoot, I guess it's worth a shot
They askin' what we rapping for
White chiddy bang
church boy Macklemore
No mac though
I feel like a pc in an apple store
Keep it PG
they laughing now we're asking
What they clapping for?
Round of applause
For those who chose to keep the flow progressive
Get it?
Flo progressive
Hand me a mic and my motives
Check it
Underground rappers crush pop
Like it's soda pressin'
Get it?
Soda pressin' how they thinking that is so impressing
Super chill but not generic
'sota flow no club or tonic
Ringing like a rock from Jared
Too for real to not be honest
What you see is what you get
We just gotta share it
Life's a blooper reel
We just not embarressed
Pockets full of holes
Duct tape microphones
Got no cash or gold
Got nowhere to go
WHOA
But the music still got us like (WHOA)
Got our heads kinda noddin like (WHOA)
And the whole crowd's rockin like (WHOA)
AH WHOA WHOAH
I'm a couple years in and a couple years older
Drop the cup of Gin now im a couple years sober
Cuttin prime rib just a couple pounds over
But im happy and i know it
so i'm clapping just to show it
HOLD UP
Rapping just toshow how geat this life really is
Done huntin' the flame
I'm fine without millions
All I really need in this life isn't gimmicks
Just give me that faith
Duct tape and a mic
Yeah that's really it
Whoa x3
Imma (imma) odd duck
flying v squad taking knuckle puck shots
Yep
And we ain't tryna mock ya
We just bring a different taste
kinda like a pot luck
Apetite like scooby doo
Whole crew be like groovy dude
Tuning our to space jams
And we jammin out to loony tunes
Are we loopy?
Shoot homie
We just goofy
Got no money in our pockets
But we still know what we're doing like
Pockets full of holes
Duct tape microphones
Got no cash or gold
Got nowhere to go
WHOAH
But the music still got us like (WHOA)
Got out heads kinda noddin like (WHOA)
And the whole crowd's rockin like (WHOA)
AH WHOA WHOAH
Pockets full of holes
Duct tape microphones
Got no cash or gold
Got no where to go
WHOAH
But the music still got us like (WHOA)
Got out heads kinda noddin like (WHOA)
And the whole crowd's rockin like (WHOA)
WHOA