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]