"HUCKLEBERRY" lyrics
KJ-52 & MARTY Lyrics
[KJ-52:]
Name another dude
That's this improved for thirty years; I'll wait (I'll wait)
Keep chuggin' on your thirty beers
I'm sheddin' thirty tears
Makin' sure you heard it clear
God's got it all handled there
Don't you worry, there
Uh, I heard it all
Seen the booze and dirty chairs
I'm a man called to make music
Not just for my peers
World is in His palms
Tell me now, who should I fear?
How could you do me harm?
I'm Elijah callin' down the bear
I'm okay bein' unpopular
Most of what I say goes over your head like a yarmulke
Most of what I play sounds to you like it's "blah, blah, blah"
'Cause He reigns supreme up in the roof to Andromeda and beyond
Man, now this is rappin' now for rappin's sake
I still worship God with gratitude just like it's Brandon Lake
I got so many plans with Your mans that I plan to break
This is just the song, plus the jam I just had to make
Stranded on this earth like planet eight
Picked the hardest road, that's the one that I just planned to take
Stand awake, and you can go and let the planet quake
'Cause I'm just the man Jesus made a plan not to save
Uh, nothin' else that I just plan to chase
Nothin' that I plan to face, I already done ran my race
I grab my bike and, plus my walk of faith
And everything I pray I make a plan to glorify His name, c'mon
Well, I didn't see that coming
[Marty:]
Uh, every summer we would hang out by the Miami pier
To see those drug dealer boats (Vroom)
Awesome, my God's bigger than your god down here
It's like a Bronx tale quote (I don't know how true that is)
How you gonna tell me your sister flirtin' with you, bro?
It's literally AI (You're talking to Google?)
I hate when people lie for no reason
Bro just said he was casted in the sequel to 8 Mile (I thought that was, like, a true story)
Man, I can smell you from a mile away like a cheap suit, I'm a K-9
I'm a man of God, I don't know who you talkin' to like a lazy eye (Which one?)
Hmm, I ain't talkin' to you 'til I get a dictionary and my lawyer's present (Your majesty)
Sometimes you gotta send an accidental text on purpose just to send a message
The end, fin
Name another dude
That's this improved for thirty years; I'll wait (I'll wait)
Keep chuggin' on your thirty beers
I'm sheddin' thirty tears
Makin' sure you heard it clear
God's got it all handled there
Don't you worry, there
Uh, I heard it all
Seen the booze and dirty chairs
I'm a man called to make music
Not just for my peers
World is in His palms
Tell me now, who should I fear?
How could you do me harm?
I'm Elijah callin' down the bear
I'm okay bein' unpopular
Most of what I say goes over your head like a yarmulke
Most of what I play sounds to you like it's "blah, blah, blah"
'Cause He reigns supreme up in the roof to Andromeda and beyond
Man, now this is rappin' now for rappin's sake
I still worship God with gratitude just like it's Brandon Lake
I got so many plans with Your mans that I plan to break
This is just the song, plus the jam I just had to make
Stranded on this earth like planet eight
Picked the hardest road, that's the one that I just planned to take
Stand awake, and you can go and let the planet quake
'Cause I'm just the man Jesus made a plan not to save
Uh, nothin' else that I just plan to chase
Nothin' that I plan to face, I already done ran my race
I grab my bike and, plus my walk of faith
And everything I pray I make a plan to glorify His name, c'mon
Well, I didn't see that coming
[Marty:]
Uh, every summer we would hang out by the Miami pier
To see those drug dealer boats (Vroom)
Awesome, my God's bigger than your god down here
It's like a Bronx tale quote (I don't know how true that is)
How you gonna tell me your sister flirtin' with you, bro?
It's literally AI (You're talking to Google?)
I hate when people lie for no reason
Bro just said he was casted in the sequel to 8 Mile (I thought that was, like, a true story)
Man, I can smell you from a mile away like a cheap suit, I'm a K-9
I'm a man of God, I don't know who you talkin' to like a lazy eye (Which one?)
Hmm, I ain't talkin' to you 'til I get a dictionary and my lawyer's present (Your majesty)
Sometimes you gotta send an accidental text on purpose just to send a message
The end, fin
