Thomas Burgundy - 23 OZ. lyrics

Shout out Dream Junkies No artificial flavors Yeah I got the juice & my cup runneth over I thought I told you Got the spoons for the proof of the pudding In so much work Wait holdup holdup Chip on my shoulder Just for the sauce Every October Just closer to God Cause I'm getting older The world getting colder But Im still holdin it down like I'ts my job So ahead of my time I forgot what I'm 'boutta say But gladly accept accepting your gifts when it's Father's Day Just got a tie from Marty Mcfly Going back to the future just here for the holidays You know I never stay Either way my soul at the freethrow line watch it levitate Jordan in '88 No DEA but we ride with the shepherd aye I just had to go off on em Scoop it up & drop the sauce on em Mess around & get lost in it Ask around its so authentic I just had to break loose I'm about to light the fuse I just need me a cup I'm about to pour the juice I got the juice now I got the juice now I got the juice now I got the I got the I got the juice