Nappy Roots - Howlin At The Moon Lyrics

I'm somewhere on the rooftop, howling at the moon
They loving how I croon, I'm in and outta tune
Higher than noon, baggie full of 'shrooms
Pouring beer from the growler in the goblets of my goons

I'm somewhere on the rooftop, howling at the moon
They loving how I croon, I'm in and outta tune
Higher than noon, baggie full of 'shrooms
Pouring beer from the growler in the goblets of my goons

Yeah, uh, the scale need cleaning
The light pole leaning
The fiends still fiending
Life with no meaning
Is the biggest threat to reason
I come from the sticks
Anything opposite is treason
The family is weakened
The young folks is tweakin'

The widows are weeping, cheating with the deacons
Every other weekend, it's frequent, indecent
Stay out them people's way, don't wanna end up in the precinct, damn

I'm somewhere on the rooftop, howling at the moon
They loving how I croon, I'm in and outta tune
Higher than noon, baggie full of 'shrooms
Pouring beer from the growler in the goblets of my goons

I'm somewhere on the rooftop, howling at the moon
They loving how I croon, I'm in and outta tune
Higher than noon, baggie full of 'shrooms
Pouring beer from the growler in the goblets of my goons (vroom)

Doggin' up the whip took the shit for granted
Spun a few bands with the mechanic (dammit)
Kept the lights on up at Atlantic
They didn't pick the right songs, we was left stranded
Never got offended, didn't panic, we went independent
When it wasn't trending, we done ran the gamut
Now you're back on our nuts, no banana hammock
Receding hairline but the roof panoramic
We done up and done it, coolest on the f*ckin' planet
My baby cookin' turkey bacon and the pan's ceramic
After all these years, she still can get it like Susan Sarandon
Fix a salad with the vinaigrette balsamic

I'm somewhere on the rooftop, howling at the moon
They loving how I croon, I'm in and outta tune
Higher than noon, baggie full of 'shrooms
Pouring beer from the growler in the goblets of my goons

I'm somewhere on the rooftop, howling at the moon
They loving how I croon, I'm in and outta tune
Higher than noon, baggie full of 'shrooms
Pouring beer from the growler in the goblets of my goons

Sugar daddy status, chillin' with the baddest
Chick with the fattest ass, that's established
This side the Mason Dixon line, above the average
I'm a savage, but today I'm on my Mack shit
Cadillac whip legit, no going backwards
Forward thinking baby, everything is factual
No rush, the truth will come gradual
The game ain't explained and this ain't no manual

I'm somewhere on the rooftop, howling at the moon
They loving how I croon, I'm in and outta tune
Higher than noon, baggie full of 'shrooms
Pouring beer from the growler in the goblets of my goons

I'm somewhere on the rooftop, howling at the moon
They loving how I croon, I'm in and outta tune
Higher than noon, baggie full of 'shrooms
Pouring beer from the growler in the goblets of my goons

From Milledgeville to Louisville
Your Ville is my Ville
You know what I'm talking 'bout?
East coast to West Coast
Show to show
Flow to flow
Ayy man, handcuff your ho
'Cause you already know how it goes (that's on the low)
Don't tell nobody though, ayy, yeah
We gon' keep doing this thang
Album after album
Song after song
Flow after flow, man, shit
Patron keep hitting these buttons
We gon' keep doing it like it's nothin'
Know what I'm saying
Or somethin'