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letra de havin' fun - merkules

[intro: merkules]
merkules
prada west
konfidental
let’s gooo

[hook: merkules]
wake up in the morning and i’m feelin’ alright
can’t remember what we did last night
all i’m really trynna do is have fun
all i’m really trynna do is have fun
wake up in the morning and i’m feelin’ alright
can’t remember what we did last night
all i’m really trynna do is have fun
all i’m really trynna do is have fun

[verse 1: prada west]
another day is i wake, take my time and get high
look outside as i rise then take a puff and let’s fly
start the day off right, and blaze all types
mary jane be the b-tch i’ll make stay all night
i might lounge around and pound beats while eatin’ breakfast
then hit the shower, maybe even clean my necklace
slob my nikes on tight, i like air max
i keep a stash that’s fat, i rock the rare hats
once i’m prepared and ready to wrap, i get to steppin’
find my keys and flee quick or i’ll forget direction
hop into bm and bent the block quick
haters see me in grin but then they talk shit
i’m ride by in wave on my way to the zone
smokin’ heavy like a chevvy, chokin’ hate to the dome
say ‘what up?’ to my fam, scram
then go k!ll a verse
at the end of the day
i stay on top, still i’m first

[verse 2: prada west]
i roll up out the bed and what do i see
a fresh pack bong chop lookin’ at me
i watch tv for an hour then i dip to the wash room
and i take a shower and a shit
i clean myself up and i’m checkin’ a mail
looks like i got a letter from the homie in jail
he say he doin’ good and he almost out
i write him back like ‘yeah, word, no doubt’
i pour a gl-ss of water then i go through beats
’cause without this music shit i can’t hold my peace
i write the whole song and i’m breakin’ the leg
and i finish just in time for some bacon and eggs
then i smoke another joint and i’m slammin’ a beer
cruise on down on ephin and i grabbed the new gear
it’s 6 pm so i’m hittin’ the town next
pick me up a bottle and i’m headin’ to sound check, b-tch

[verse 3: konfidental]
ii’m living life day to day so what el’ can i say
smoke camel or a jay until i’m meltin’ away
you can tell that i’m baked but i’m well on my way
workin’ hard for my fam, plus i’m sellin’ these tapes
don’t dwell on the hate, i take nothin’ for granted
i’ve reached for the stars, snatch us on the planets
trynna understand it but probably not
on the hot summer day sippin’ wobbly pops
in a night mode, i saw the birth of my son
i’m just here to make music not hurtin’ no one
wake & bake in the morning and i’m blazin’ for days
well, i’m sittin’ in my kitchen, eatin’ stake with my eggs
and then i’m takin’ a break, lookin’ for my smoke pack
dirty -ss habit got me chockin’ and i know that
i gotta give it up sooner or later
i’m still makin’ tapes as i ruin these haters

- merkules

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