Hard work, dedication
I start the year off gettin booked, dropping revelations
Started out in Rapture, me, TJ, Tyler Davis
Now we all makin waves goin different places
I wave to haters instead of save em spaces
I've played on stages as well as spacious basements
Sustain my pace, I've had a taste of greatness
First had a brush with it, and now I brush with it
It beats fluoride, gotta preserve my pineal
HashtagBeloved, I been Meesta Congenial
Me stuck on menial jobs feel like a big waste
Janitorial Chores of course I know my shit stank
Never went to law school, the courtrooms and the pig faces
Are disgraces, they piss testing our shitstains, hella invasive
Couldn't be a party to it, now I smoke and party through it
Everyone's a star, but I'm still shootin while the targets movin
Oo mama I been workin
I been workin like you'd always say
I been living off of peanuts since my salad days
Close my eyes and see arenas n I'm on my way
On my way
Peanut noodle salads with Hooter
DuBois basements where we'd scrounge for computers
Canvass the campus with fliers before our evenings in Herter
I learned to handle the life and bring all my family further
I'm just a Cancer with an Aries moon, a rising Sagittarius
Gregariously garrulous, spread word around like parishes
My tightrope walk precarious, I might doze off and perish in
A state of exhaustion, life of a boss or also arrogance
Last December went to Boston like Augustana wanted
Checked in on all my squares, everyone there still polygonnin'
They acted froggy, but to me it felt like pollywoggin'
Potty training, might not be the shit, but I be on me John n
On to the next one, dropping dead weight indefinite
Pen game is excellent, sensei with Sense 8-ish sensation, extra perception
Tuned into my idols til I'm next to them
Oo mama I been workin
I been workin like you'd always say
I been living off of peanuts since my salad days
Close my eyes and see arenas n I'm on my way
On my way
Chore Boy - (Peanut Noodle) Salad Days [feat. Hooter P, Daily Echoes & TomCat Trumpet] Lyrics
Chore Boy - (Peanut Noodle) Salad Days [feat. Hooter P, Daily Echoes & TomCat Trumpet] Lyrics
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Hard work, dedication
I start the year off gettin booked, dropping revelations
Started out in Rapture, me, TJ, Tyler Davis
Now we all makin waves goin different places
I wave to haters instead of save em spaces
I've played on stages as well as spacious basements
Sustain my pace, I've had a taste of greatness
First had a brush with it, and now I brush with it
It beats fluoride, gotta preserve my pineal
HashtagBeloved, I been Meesta Congenial
Me stuck on menial jobs feel like a big waste
Janitorial Chores of course I know my shit stank
Never went to law school, the courtrooms and the pig faces
Are disgraces, they piss testing our shitstains, hella invasive
Couldn't be a party to it, now I smoke and party through it
Everyone's a star, but I'm still shootin while the targets movin
Oo mama I been workin
I been workin like you'd always say
I been living off of peanuts since my salad days
Close my eyes and see arenas n I'm on my way
On my way
Peanut noodle salads with Hooter
DuBois basements where we'd scrounge for computers
Canvass the campus with fliers before our evenings in Herter
I learned to handle the life and bring all my family further
I'm just a Cancer with an Aries moon, a rising Sagittarius
Gregariously garrulous, spread word around like parishes
My tightrope walk precarious, I might doze off and perish in
A state of exhaustion, life of a boss or also arrogance
Last December went to Boston like Augustana wanted
Checked in on all my squares, everyone there still polygonnin'
They acted froggy, but to me it felt like pollywoggin'
Potty training, might not be the shit, but I be on me John n
On to the next one, dropping dead weight indefinite
Pen game is excellent, sensei with Sense 8-ish sensation, extra perception
Tuned into my idols til I'm next to them
Oo mama I been workin
I been workin like you'd always say
I been living off of peanuts since my salad days
Close my eyes and see arenas n I'm on my way
On my way
I start the year off gettin booked, dropping revelations
Started out in Rapture, me, TJ, Tyler Davis
Now we all makin waves goin different places
I wave to haters instead of save em spaces
I've played on stages as well as spacious basements
Sustain my pace, I've had a taste of greatness
First had a brush with it, and now I brush with it
It beats fluoride, gotta preserve my pineal
HashtagBeloved, I been Meesta Congenial
Me stuck on menial jobs feel like a big waste
Janitorial Chores of course I know my shit stank
Never went to law school, the courtrooms and the pig faces
Are disgraces, they piss testing our shitstains, hella invasive
Couldn't be a party to it, now I smoke and party through it
Everyone's a star, but I'm still shootin while the targets movin
Oo mama I been workin
I been workin like you'd always say
I been living off of peanuts since my salad days
Close my eyes and see arenas n I'm on my way
On my way
Peanut noodle salads with Hooter
DuBois basements where we'd scrounge for computers
Canvass the campus with fliers before our evenings in Herter
I learned to handle the life and bring all my family further
I'm just a Cancer with an Aries moon, a rising Sagittarius
Gregariously garrulous, spread word around like parishes
My tightrope walk precarious, I might doze off and perish in
A state of exhaustion, life of a boss or also arrogance
Last December went to Boston like Augustana wanted
Checked in on all my squares, everyone there still polygonnin'
They acted froggy, but to me it felt like pollywoggin'
Potty training, might not be the shit, but I be on me John n
On to the next one, dropping dead weight indefinite
Pen game is excellent, sensei with Sense 8-ish sensation, extra perception
Tuned into my idols til I'm next to them
Oo mama I been workin
I been workin like you'd always say
I been living off of peanuts since my salad days
Close my eyes and see arenas n I'm on my way
On my way
Writer: Dan Rahrig
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