Donnie Barbossa - Hank Moody lyrics

Cohiba smoke poetry Slam dunk air Donnie Flying high like Michael Protect your family, feed them well If not you then them Let them breathe Give 'em space George Clooney My references are stupid Hank Moody David you know what i mean Ugh give me mozzarella Saffron on my rissotto alla milanese I wanna drink champagne instead of coffee Every morning pancakes in bed with jasmine On the persian carpet like aladin Barbossa, means red beard, ya b**h But my face is clean shaven Smoking cigs like Tony Showing fake empathy, cause' I don't give a f**ing sh** "Douchebag Donnie" my friends repeat But look in the mirror b**h In contrast, I'm a saint a f**ing prophet Just landed in jerusalem, the syndrome is kicking in My b**h studies medicin while I smoke canabis Romance is dead, this is what I mean't when I said I'm getting way ahead of myself Donnie milano, bosniaco babo Slick hair like Johnny Bravo Bruce Wayne, all black Murcielago Conor McGregor flow Spitting on you hoes f** em all, no support All alone in this game of words And I cut like a buffalo, katana swords Give me a beat and a microphone And let the piano fall, when I come down the hall Sometimes I feel just like Hank Moody Sometimes I feel just like Hank Moody Sometimes I feel just like Hank Moody Writers block, while drunk, self loathing motherf**' f** the hook! Shoot some guns f** the guns! Shoot some d** Running over the beat Running over the beat Scissor kick Zlatan ibrahimovic Zlatan ibrahimovic Sometimes I feel just like Hank Moody Sometimes I feel just like Hank Moody Sometimes I feel just like Hank Moody b**h! I'm a k**er! b**h! I'm a k**er! b**h! I'm a k**er! Say hallelujah! Donnie the ruler! Recyling the same old sh** Said I was the best before I knew I is Muhammad Ali They wanna know how it is Well it is what it is People speak in conclusions Everyone so sure, but so insecure f** change, I wanna rule the world! (Donnie why you not responding?) Cause I'm busy b**h People change When you get some change Still I ain't the same But Still myself, but feeling different What's gangster rap White boy spitting rhymes about Coke and gats But only drinks it Who's to say? Who's to say? That only god can judge me Who the f** can say? I got sejtan blood! Sometimes I feel just like Hank Moody Sometimes I feel just like Hank Moody Sometimes I feel just like Hank Moody b**h! I'm a k**er! b**h! I'm a k**er! b**h! I'm a k**er!