Trumpets

Morning glory was the first out the bed Then I look to my left see this thing with a head Then I paused, had an itch and then began I walked down the stairs seen the place in a sham Everybody on the floor with their clothes off Drinks on the floors, cigarette butts and unicorns A bunch of rappers everywhere just like a battle Sex in the air, but there’s always a rotten apple And then I had a little smile, cause I knew last night things got kind of wild I don’t remember much, to be honest, all I really know is that I can’t find my wallet! Got a couple credit cards and some cash Look to the right I see somebody baked hash Everybody all asleep in a daze, the only one awake and then I look in amaze I see this girl at the kitchen with a pan, cookin’ a fancy dish She was throwing in the ham I didn’t recognize her, but she was cute Then she turned around, she was flawless to my view Konnichiwa, my name’s Luther. I’m not a villain, I’m a charming little spoofer She was a goddess something from Japan The way her hands moved as she touched on the pan She gave me butterflies, I felt like a daisy I’m not drunk I’m promisin’, baby Can we continue upstairs I wanna talk I ain’t never been there but let’s go for a walk [Hook: Fergus Alan] We were lookin’ for trouble We didn't know when truble would call We were lookin’ for some busta’s to brawl We didn't have no limits at all [Verse 2] As I walked up the stairs, I heard a loud noise from my room in the air And then she looked into my eyes; she was whispered in my ear All I heard was surprise. So I did a quick dip Cause I wasn’t tryna spend my summer listening to this Grabbed my bike and then I went to the door And on my way out I see this really cute whore Feel like a zombie with the high-top fade away Nikes on my feet with a green hat feeling great Now I'm feelin' like some donuts, the whole place swagged, everybody tryna bust a nut Girls everywhere, Fergus on my right Bunch of lame dudes tryna start a fuckin’ fight So I was walking little boogie in my feet Then I notice blood stains on my Fred Perry tee Yo fergy smash it up! Sing a Berry White song in his ear then shut 'em up! Ridiculous, so effin ridiculous Everybody still in their PJ’s talkin’ shit So get them out quick, clean the place of Fish & Chips Spliffs on the floor, parents at the door – shit Everyday, Every night [Hook]