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Not Today
Chill Bump Lyrics


Sky blue, the sun glistenin'
I hear morning birds whistlin'
Yesterday, I weren't listenin'
But right now I feel different
I've been down in the alley
With darkness around me
Where everything's cloudy and grey

Birds chirp as I slurp my brew
I'm cool with the work I do
Clock ticks and the world might move
Time stops with a girl like you
Perched high word my dude
I observe life from a bird's-eye view
Junks try hurt my mood
But my sky pure right blue
No risk taking
I tell my demons they are mistaken
I lift weights, eat less bacon
I run with the sun that's wakin'
Jumping rope 'til my legs achin'
Bathing when the heat get bakin'
Hiking when I need escapin'
Stopping when the sight breathtakin'
Cool, no cynical
Vision when I'm by the swimming pool
Sitting with a friend or two
Sipping brews with them
Chatting, chitting, skinny-dipping with a few women
Just a simple musician
Getting lewd when I'm in the booth spittin' sabertooths
Ripping new rhythms scribbling cool shit to the syllabus
Fittin' this shot of Remy Gamy Mary
Followed by a shot of Henny
While I'm voluntary solitary
Hand on my belly
Bumping like a velly
Then I get a cute message on my celly
Who's this? That hottie Betty?
Pretty spelling something like Halle Berry
Hurry up money buddy quick come and get me
Because I got another bottle with me
Better bring your bare body quickly
Bottoms up, we can swallow plenty
We ain't gotta stop 'til the second bottle empty
And then she unzips my fly, ah
'Til I twitch and wind with desire
Wired up by her, shit is fire
Sizzling like a kitchen fire
Fixing to make a flying bitch sing higher
Than the very high-pitched Mariah
Higher than the little children's choir
Busting the grill with Jim Prior
Even like she, living my dream
Sharing my life with the right queen
Tearing my mics, getting my green
Feeling mad like you know what I mean

Sky blue, the sun glistenin'
I hear morning birds whistlin'
Yesterday I weren't listenin'
But now I feel different
I've been down in the alley
With darkness around me
Where everything's cloudy and grey
But not today

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Aggressive Cuddler

(Chorus)
Sky blue, the sun glistening.
I hear the morning birds whistling. Yesterday I weren't listening.
But now I feel different,
I've been down in the alley, with darkness around me, where everything's cloudy and grey....

(Crazy dope-ass verse)
Birds churp as I slurp my brew.
I'm cool with the work I do.
Clock ticks and the world might move. Time stops with a girl like you.
Perched high, word my dude.
I observe life from a bird's eye view. Jerks try n hurt my mood but my, sky's pure bright blue.
No piss-taking, I tell my demons they are mistaken.
I lift weights, eat less bacon, and run when the sun’s just waking.
Jumping rope til my legs aching, bathing when the heat gets baking, hiking when I need escaping, stopping when the sight's breathtaking.
Cool.
No cynical, vision when I'm by the swimming pool, sitting with a friend or two, sipping brews with 'em, chatting, chilling, skinny dipping with a few women.
Just a simple musician, getting loot when I'm in the booth, spitting, singing tunes, ripping new riddims, scribbling cool shit til the syllables, fitting this shot of Remy got me merry.
Followed by a shot of henny while I'm voluntary solitary, hands on my belly, bumping Macavelli, bopping by the chimney.
Then I get a cute message on my celly. Who's this? That hottie Betty!
Pretty stunning, something like Halle Berry.
Hurry up honey bunny, come and get me! Cause I got another bottle with me.
Better bring your bare body quickly. Bottoms up ! We can swallow plenty. We ain't gotta stop ‘til that second bottle empty.
Then she unzips my flyer,
til I twitch and whine with desire. Wired up by her.
Shit is fire. Sizzling like a kitchen frier.
Finna make this fine bitch sing higher, than a very high pitched Mariah. Higher than a lil children's choir.
Bust in her grill, Richard Pryor.
Winning like Sheen, living my dream. Sharing my life, with the right queen. Tearing my mics, getting my Green. Feeling mad light. Get what I mean?

Sky's blue, the sun’s glistening. I hear the morning birds whistling. Yesterday I weren't listening. But now I feel different... I've been down in the alley, with darkness around me, where everything's cloudy and grey... But not today !



mairu aginako

Sky blue, the sun glistenin'
I hear morning birds whistlin'
Yesterday, I weren't listenin'
But right now I feel different
I've been down in the alley
With darkness around me
Where everything's cloudy and grey

Birds chirp as I slurp my brew
I'm cool with the work I do
Clock ticks and the world might move
Time stops with a girl like you

Perched high word my dude
I observe life from a bird's-eye view
Junks try hurt my mood
But my sky pure right blue

No risk taking
I tell my demons they are mistaken
I lift weights, eat less bacon
I run with the sun that's wakin'
Jumping rope 'til my legs achin'
Bathing when the heat get bakin'
Hiking when I need escapin'
Stopping when the sight breathtakin'

Cool, no cynical
Vision when I'm by the swimming pool
Sitting with a friend or two
Sipping brews with them
Chatting, chitting, skinny-dipping with a few women

Just a simple musician
Getting lewd when I'm in the booth spittin' sabertooths
Ripping new rhythms scribbling cool sh*t to the syllabus
Fittin' this shot of Remy Gamy Mary
Followed by a shot of Henny
While I'm voluntary solitary
Hand on my belly
Bumping like a velly

Then I get a cute message on my celly
Who's this? that hottie Betty?
Pretty spelling something like Halle Berry
Hurry up money buddy quick come and get me

Because I got another bottle with me
Better bring your bare body quickly
Bottoms up, we can swallow plenty
We ain't gotta stop 'til the second bottle empty

And then she unzips my fly, ah
'Til I twitch and wind with desire
Wired up by her, sh*t is fire
Sizzling like a kitchen fire

Fixing to make a flying b*tch sing higher
Than the very high-pitched Mariah
Higher than the little children's choir
Busting the grill with Jim Prior

Even like she, living my dream
Sharing my life with the right queen
Tearing my mics, getting my green
Feeling mad like you know what I mean

Sky blue, the sun glistenin'
I hear morning birds whistlin'
Yesterday I weren't listenin'
But now I feel different

I've been down in the alley
With darkness around me
Where everything's cloudy and grey
But not



All comments from YouTube:

Jacob Lucas

I normally don't like rap, but this is impossible to dislike.

sodey9999

Do u like rap now

Charlie Peace

@Simon it's both, he raps in the song with a hip hop beat, you clearly don't actually have experience with hip hop or the culture if you don't know that

iRevved

SAME

Jeb

Google says the genre is “Hiphop/Rap”

Arnel Haboc

So u like it

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Merlin Thieme

I don't even know if you guys will read this but if you do I just have a massive thanks for you guys. This song has helped me through a very troubling few weeks of life... Keep it up guys <3

Elio Avila Muñoz

<3

Houston Mouki

Haha je viens ici aprés ta vidéo en tout cas elle est vraiment super gg 💪

Aggressive Cuddler

(Chorus)
Sky blue, the sun glistening.
I hear the morning birds whistling. Yesterday I weren't listening.
But now I feel different,
I've been down in the alley, with darkness around me, where everything's cloudy and grey....

(Crazy dope-ass verse)
Birds churp as I slurp my brew.
I'm cool with the work I do.
Clock ticks and the world might move. Time stops with a girl like you.
Perched high, word my dude.
I observe life from a bird's eye view. Jerks try n hurt my mood but my, sky's pure bright blue.
No piss-taking, I tell my demons they are mistaken.
I lift weights, eat less bacon, and run when the sun’s just waking.
Jumping rope til my legs aching, bathing when the heat gets baking, hiking when I need escaping, stopping when the sight's breathtaking.
Cool.
No cynical, vision when I'm by the swimming pool, sitting with a friend or two, sipping brews with 'em, chatting, chilling, skinny dipping with a few women.
Just a simple musician, getting loot when I'm in the booth, spitting, singing tunes, ripping new riddims, scribbling cool shit til the syllables, fitting this shot of Remy got me merry.
Followed by a shot of henny while I'm voluntary solitary, hands on my belly, bumping Macavelli, bopping by the chimney.
Then I get a cute message on my celly. Who's this? That hottie Betty!
Pretty stunning, something like Halle Berry.
Hurry up honey bunny, come and get me! Cause I got another bottle with me.
Better bring your bare body quickly. Bottoms up ! We can swallow plenty. We ain't gotta stop ‘til that second bottle empty.
Then she unzips my flyer,
til I twitch and whine with desire. Wired up by her.
Shit is fire. Sizzling like a kitchen frier.
Finna make this fine bitch sing higher, than a very high pitched Mariah. Higher than a lil children's choir.
Bust in her grill, Richard Pryor.
Winning like Sheen, living my dream. Sharing my life, with the right queen. Tearing my mics, getting my Green. Feeling mad light. Get what I mean?

Sky's blue, the sun’s glistening. I hear the morning birds whistling. Yesterday I weren't listening. But now I feel different... I've been down in the alley, with darkness around me, where everything's cloudy and grey... But not today !

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