"Be Nice" lyrics

The Grouch & Murs Lyrics

"Be Nice"
(feat. Brady Watt)

I shine, you shine, come on!

When I see you smile, I smile
When I see your light, I light
I wanna hear you laugh
I've been on this path a while
When I do what's right, I'm right, God gave me that
So I'm grateful, I wanna thank you
My reflection, imma stay full
I wanna treat my brother like a brother
Even when he shows his vice

Motherfucka be nice
Play nice, that's nice, we nice
Motherfucka be nice
Play nice, that's nice, we nice

You ever smile at motherfucka
And they don't smile back and you like
'Who the fucka-'
What's wrong with you?
I took a deep breathe and wrote this song for you
I know you're going through your struggle, scared to let anybody up inside your bubble
I buried a parent, I buried a kid, so when I say this, I'm speaking from experience
Whatever it is, it's never that serious to have you walkin' around with your face all furious
You woke up today, and for a million motherfuckas it went the other way
Everyday is a chance to be reborn, there's still Taco Bell and there's free porn
There's always something you can smile about, whatchu lookin' for a reason to start wildin' out?
I'm really sorry that you had a bad day, lookin' like somebody used your mouth as an ashtray
Cheer up Charlie, you Negative Nelly, I hope someone paint a rainbow on your belly, be nice

Motherfucka be nice
Play nice, that's nice, we nice
Motherfucka be nice
Play nice, that's nice, we nice

When I see you smile, I smile
When I see your light, I light
I wanna hear you laugh
I been on this path a while
When I do what's right, I'm right, God gave me that
So I'm grateful, I wanna thank you
My reflection, and imma stay full
I wanna treat my brother like a brother
Even when he shows his vice
Motherfucka be nice

I had a bucket full of lemons had to paint 'em gold
You learn your lessons on the daily when you gettin' grown
Yellin' 'Fuck it', but my mother raised me to care, Oakland Cali yeah we gotta lot of pride there
Lotta love, lotta funk, lotta soul inside I wanna share what I got cause it's cold at night
When he hungry and he homeless, it don't feel fair. Come back 20 years and he still there
I gave a couple dollars, but I'm not rich, not in dollars homie though my spirit is
So we shoot to shit, shit shot, hit the booth with this, hip hop
Thoughts clearer now, you my mirror now, where the depth at? Trace my steps back

Come on!
Yeah!
I can see you shinin'! Whoo!
I can see the light! Whoo!
I can see you glowin' on the inside
Yeah!
You can see mine
I shine, you shine, come on!

When I see you smile, I smile
When I see your light, I light
I wanna hear you laugh
I been on this path a while
When I do what's right, I'm right, God gave me that
So I'm grateful, I wanna thank you
My reflection, imma stay full
I wanna treat my brother like a brother
Even when he shows his vice

Motherfucka be nice
Play nice, that's nice, we nice
Motherfucka be nice
Play nice, that's nice, we nice

I shine, you shine, come on!


album: "Thees Handz" (2019)
The Grouch & Murs - Thees Handz album cover
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