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!