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MOLTISANTI — Good Luck, Mr. Wick.
Artist: → MOLTISANTI
MOLTISANTI — Good Luck, Mr. Wick. — lyrics
{Intro: Nigel}
If you’re ever feeling alone
Make your heart your home
That’s what I’ve been told
If you’re ever feeling alone
Make your heart your home
That’s what I’ve been told…
{Verse 1: Nigel}
Yeah
Take a walk to the forest with my niggas to get high
Don’t know why, we just do it to get by
Escape reality, to different galaxies
Where my mind can see
A different kind of me
My alter ego bleeds
For therapeutic needs
It’s yelling back at me
To stop smoking please!
Marijuana speech, declaring innеr peace
That’s when my mind is at еase
I should get down on my knees
Lord forgive me for my sin
Where should I really begin
Not much story in my glory
I mean glory in my story
Let my thoughts run wild, to when I was a child
Life seemed simple, momma sang lullabies
I had no chest pains, no knowing about strains
Chilled with Caucasians and also them Asians
Diogo Portuguese, *Giwun* South Korean
They were my brethren, they never did pretend
These not false pretense…
I guess I’m just gifted that’s why I’m just different
Coz my plot is twisted, it’s wicked like John Wick
Killed a couple victims, my nigga’s iconic
Showed us what he loved for and lived for
Even if the odds are stacked against you
You gotta keep on fighting, you’re the best you
This life will often really quite frustrate you
Think about your plot and who cahoots against your roots
{Hook: Nigel}
I’m right here. I’m alive, in the flesh
With the presence of the past I live on
Let the song carry on and on
Let the song carry on and on
I’m right here. I’m alive, in the flesh
In the presence of the past I live on
Let the song carry on and on
Let the song carry on and on
{Verse 2: MOLTISANTI}
I’m sorry ladies, MOLTISANTI is done being single
The rap game and I, tied the knot and went official
Wedding was beautiful so many cried, ran out of tissue
Later that night, she was on her knees like my dick a temple
But now it’s back to work like a nigga got his rent due
Back to the jungle with the jaguars like I’m Gardner Minshew
I’m size 12, not too many who can walk in these shoes
I have the munchies, lucky me that beats are on the menu
My vision is crystal (clear)
My nerves on igloo (cold)
I murder beats, put a hole in its face like a dimple
Just don’t be a simp bro, life can be so simple
Enjoying my life and catching my blessings just like George Kittle
One hit of the spliff will make you change your tone like Beanie Seagle
Too many fiends in Zim now, it’s time I cop a pistol
I played Pusha T driving my lil nephew to pre school
Told him that the only rat we like is Stuart Little
A lot of this , a lot of that
A lot of chit, a lot of chat
A lot of mafuckas having opinions without the fact
This ain’t that, 3 am I’m in the lab still perfecting the craft
I’m a Hall of Fame talent, picked late in the draft
Got a nigga feeling like the Tom Brady of rap
That’s not opinion that’s fact
They said my lines were kinda dope just tryna make them relapse
I let Jesus take the wheel till he made the car crash
Roll a cone so long your bitch could pole dance on it
28 and grateful I ain’t got no dead homies
My loyalty is never cheap but you can bank on it
A 52 year old lady plugs my weed habitt
And Swizznation is the plug for my beat habits
Hahahaha
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