direct from the secret garden   next to my hovering castle   I break it down fresh   like the crunch of the apple   shit, so I just plug in my channel   it's that nutty motherfucker   with a bundle of cashews      in his head, I just sled   as the jungle unravels   with my satchel, my lasso   I jumped on my camel   set forth with my pallet   and my colouring pastels   Jonathan Swift-ly writing   his Gulliver's Travels   at the bliss brewery   guzzle a bubbling glass full   went under my chateau   where I hung up my shadow   from the mantle   free from the government shackles   I can handle anything   the governor tackles   they have grappled deep   with these troublesome vandals   you can catch me in my hoody   when I come to the battle   in my crooked canoe   pick the puddle to paddle   still that wonderful chap   who tipped the slumbering cattle      I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   if you ain't fuckin' with us   then you ain't going my way   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday,   with caps and kicks   pack the spliff full of high grade   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   and I can't see you   if you're coming at me sideways... bitch      (ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls,    welcome to something you've never seen before.)      it's the rainy days   versus the endless summer   the place she made   god bless my mother   it's the laws they make   the laws I break   the highs, the lows, the windy roads   the knowledge in rhyme   versus the bullets in your pistol   the dollars they dive for   the pusher with a pit bull   the too cool for school   the never under pressure   the rebel with a cause   who's ready for whatever      so! catch me in my hoody   i'm flipping off the pigs   don't come around here   there's no shitting where I live   my whole platoon reps one love daily   mad like Stewy   yelling fuck you, pay me   on the double   'cause I'm trouble if you don't   motherfucker, there's no    muzzle on my nose   I'mma bite back, you like that   (hell yeah, kick it Macka)   I don't need a bike rack   I ride that shitty tractor      I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   if you ain't fuckin' with us   then you ain't going my way   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   with caps and kicks   pack the spliff full of high grade   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   and I can't see you   if you're coming at me sideways... bitch      cats love it   'cause the flow look hot   like the body of a coupe   with a cream drop top   let's go, readjust   kids, strap your belts   let's take a little ride   to the wishing well   that well which    inside my wish had fell   where this wretched witch   then cast a spell   and she must've used hers   like twice as strong   'cause it made me wanna smoke   like Cheech and Chong      right or wrong   I was hooked   I had found my calling   I couldn't get enough   of this downwards falling   it's not to say   the sound on earth was boring   but I knew that underground   was worth exploring   so I packed my bags   and I grabbed my swag   and I haven't been back since then      since then, you can catch me   in my hoody on a friday   gettin' pissy with the lads on the highway   blazin' one to Frank Sinatra, did it my way   I can't believe   we're getting paid for getting sideways      (kiddies, please block your ears, this next guy gets a bit noisy...)      where my dingoes at   we had to trample the track   Hyjak the straw   that broke the camel's back   got my whole career in shambles   but I'm handling that   watch you leave in an ambulance   and we sampling that   that's the sound of the city   we drop ounces of sticky   right round like Mr. Whippy   catch me in my hoody   getting blazed again   right now the weed   I smoke the sleeve   it's made of hemp   I got to pay the rent   you motherfuckers should know   don't make me beat you down   with a phone like Russell Crowe      I flip a couple of shows   hustle a bundle of smoke   watch the bills crumble and chuckle   like oh shit I'm rich   feel so important   'til i wake the next day   it's gone by the morning   raw like Michael Moore   got the government strung out   I kicked a rhyme about Howard   he got kicked the fuck out      I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   if you ain't fuckin' with us   then you ain't going my way   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   with caps and kicks   pack the spliff full of high grade   I feel happy in my hoody on a Friday   and I can't see you   if you're coming at me sideways... bitch