"Johnny Drama" lyrics
Okay, mm, yeah, yeah
I still get a funny feeling when the beat slap, yeah
Shit in my blood, you can't never really teach that, yeah
Oceanside, you can find me where the beach at, yeah
Been a ride, but I came up where the creeks at, yeah
I gotta drop in twenty-one like life depends on it (Depends on it)
I gotta walk this road myself just
Like I planned on it (Planned on it)
Gotta hold my ground, can't let nobody stand on it (Stand on it)
Gotta roll in town like, "Give that kid a hand for us"
Yeah, what about that part? (What about that part?)
Ayy, who knew going nowhere take it that far? (Take it that far)
Ayy, hundred for a bar and that's a flat charge (That's a flat charge)
White widow blowing out the window of
The black car (Blowing out the window)
Yeah, turn my misery to magic (Magic)
Too many dreams that I seen die, this shit is tragic (Tragic)
My wrist ain't got the time today unless it's cabbage
My wrist ain't got the time today, so let's establish that
You can never tell me shit these days
Johnny Drama, I don't give a shit these days
Sitting in the sauna like I'm Rick Rozay
And, my chick five-three, but that bitch don't play (Don't play)
Nah, that bitch don't play (Don't play)
Baby, hold me close, and make it all the way (All the way)
I could make a toast to all the fucked up ways
That the world been tryna stop me, but we're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
Yeah, audiophile, yeah I own my own style
I don't throw in towel, yeah, I ain't no coward
Like the OVO owl, yeah, my shit's all gold
I got twenty more tracks and my ass on road
Give you twenty more stacks to relax there, baby
And I'm not keeping track, but your ass still crazy
I'm swinging like an axe down the road, God paved me
I'm skipping all the cracks where the Prozac lately
But you can never tell me shit these days
Johnny Drama, I don't give a shit these days
Sitting in the sauna like I'm Rick Rozay
And, my chick five-three, but that bitch don't play (Don't play)
Nah, that bitch don't play (Don't play)
Baby, hold me close, and make it all the way (All the way)
I could make a toast to all the fucked up ways
That the world been tryna stop me, but we're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
I still get a funny feeling when the beat slap, yeah
Shit in my blood, you can't never really teach that, yeah
Oceanside, you can find me where the beach at, yeah
Been a ride, but I came up where the creeks at, yeah
I gotta drop in twenty-one like life depends on it (Depends on it)
I gotta walk this road myself just
Like I planned on it (Planned on it)
Gotta hold my ground, can't let nobody stand on it (Stand on it)
Gotta roll in town like, "Give that kid a hand for us"
Yeah, what about that part? (What about that part?)
Ayy, who knew going nowhere take it that far? (Take it that far)
Ayy, hundred for a bar and that's a flat charge (That's a flat charge)
White widow blowing out the window of
The black car (Blowing out the window)
Yeah, turn my misery to magic (Magic)
Too many dreams that I seen die, this shit is tragic (Tragic)
My wrist ain't got the time today unless it's cabbage
My wrist ain't got the time today, so let's establish that
You can never tell me shit these days
Johnny Drama, I don't give a shit these days
Sitting in the sauna like I'm Rick Rozay
And, my chick five-three, but that bitch don't play (Don't play)
Nah, that bitch don't play (Don't play)
Baby, hold me close, and make it all the way (All the way)
I could make a toast to all the fucked up ways
That the world been tryna stop me, but we're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
Yeah, audiophile, yeah I own my own style
I don't throw in towel, yeah, I ain't no coward
Like the OVO owl, yeah, my shit's all gold
I got twenty more tracks and my ass on road
Give you twenty more stacks to relax there, baby
And I'm not keeping track, but your ass still crazy
I'm swinging like an axe down the road, God paved me
I'm skipping all the cracks where the Prozac lately
But you can never tell me shit these days
Johnny Drama, I don't give a shit these days
Sitting in the sauna like I'm Rick Rozay
And, my chick five-three, but that bitch don't play (Don't play)
Nah, that bitch don't play (Don't play)
Baby, hold me close, and make it all the way (All the way)
I could make a toast to all the fucked up ways
That the world been tryna stop me, but we're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
We're still okay, okay
Writer(s): Nathanael Adams Good
