My Guys - Sunny Boy (artwork faeton music)

My Guys – Sunny Boy

Very interesting song by My Guys

Artist about the track:

More from the Boston collective all instrumentation played live by Ryan who is also responsible for the vocal singing. As usual providing a stellar array of lyrical bounce and flips, Jerome B does his thing here nearly floating on the track.

LYRICS:

Waiting for the moment that the sun awaken
(Wait for that shit to wake up on you)
Waiting for the moment that the sun awaken
(Wait for that shit to wake up on you)
I can’t tell if they’re really tryna fake it
(Oscar nominee)
I can’t tell if they’re even gonna make it
(Quentin Tarantino Prodigy)
Ain’t no time to make moves with the blinders on
(How you gon’ see?!)
Sit in the soil and soak in the sun
And the water wading, it be thrown there to get to me
Better be crunchy, a strip of the bacon, a brunch
I be getting a hunch that they getting me
Let it be but I be gassing up
All my matches out, they play with fire
Now they crushing, the batter be getting a dinger
Fat lady singing to point she be passing out
Ask about all that I done in the past
Ima tell you ‘bout all ima do in the future
The feeling inside of me isolated, in my zone
But some way, it feel like it be mutual
Y’all be on Facebook, I’m on face to face
Get a taste, cook day to day, case to case
Ate her out, kiss her face
Make a route, lift the chip, skip a day
With the work, with the wave
Start a wave, no chartered plane
Holla meng, fall in place, call it game
S’all a chase, y’all are tame, stall again
Hanukkah Harry, Fairly Odd Parent
Hunnid yard carry, none of y’all caring
My main primos, Ale and Karen
Oliver Twist the blunt I carry
In my carry-on, fuck Barry Bonds
David Ortiz, making moves
Not much longer we be paying fees
A to Z, we gon’ play the scene
Straight evading fiends
Take a T break, getting back to it
I take the T, T, T, T
What, you thought you flee, flee?
But y’all probably flee, flee
When I get my re, re
What, you thought you eat, eat?
Know I got my plate, plate
Muhfugguh wait, wait
Gotta make my way, way, aye
Waiting for the moment that the sun awaken
(Wait for that shit to wake up on you)
Waiting for the moment that the sun awaken
(Wait for that shit to wake up on you)
I can’t tell if they’re really tryna fake it
(Oscar nominee)
I can’t tell if they’re even gonna make it
(Quentin Tarantino Prodigy)
Ain’t no time to make moves with the blinders on

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