Opening Day Lyrics - Sammy Adams

Yeah 

Wizzy 

The kid 

So undone 

Let's go 

Opening Day 

Coming soon... to you 

[Verse 1:] 

Zonin out, drift off with me 

I can't get the beat off of me 

I puffin blunts living pompously 

And if I had a million dollars, to be honest 

I'd be chilling in the same place I always be 

Ripping mic's cultivates my artistry 

And every breath I speak is a 100 percent a part of me 

They say "me rap" is like a major controversy 

And I'm confused I don't know who I ought to be 

But if you judge, hold a grudge or look off at me 

Your nose clog, peeps smell me like peppery 

And I'm so sorry that my mouth is like the potty 

Shit on mothafuckas, you know I came here TO PARTY! 

Partake in this game 

I swear to God, what I say is insane 

Out my two right speakers 

That's my left and right ears 

You want it, dog?! I get you like a beeper! 

The heater, I be the people's fuckin speaker 

Cause you know you hear me and I'm blastin out your speakers 

Different words, two words you know I am Aretha 

Franklin, mouthafucka how I blow this shit, ether 

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[Hook:] 

Man, I think this feel like a classic 

Grab your lighters, yeah baby, and then you pass it 

And yeah, I wouldn't even call it rappin 

Cause fly with me, academy, you're speaking of the captain 

[Verse 2:] 

Why am I so in the zone 

Like every joint bounce off Logic Pro 

Gimme more space, five yards like they just got a hold 

Penalty or encroachment like you never know 

The soul burnin oyster that's forever glow 

And I know how they taste, they slide down my throat 

Yup, at the grill by my house and tied to the coach 

Lemon squeeze up on the side for this guys and broads 

That acknowledge that I'm in college but somehow I'm broke 

And home is nothing like it, there will never be 

When dudes say that you suck but know they feel the breeze 

When see those rainbows between they feet 

And all the bullshit they found fake was pedigree 

Purebred/pure bread, but some times I find it hard to eat 

From out of all the studying, blocking my nasty sleep 

But no voice, when your whole role is supposed to speak 

Looking in the mirror I'm itching to cop every sneak 

Yeah, new hoes, like, every week 

Yeah, they get to drill, the domin before they get to leave 

Yup, Eighties Baby t-shirts that they get to keep 

I'm stacked full from Alex and Geoff, thankfully 

And, my career cruised on cause every time I hand it 

You know this is gon' blowin 

I'm like Lohan 

Too much blow in my system 

And I can't be Sam 

But now I'm with man 

And I stay on my grind to the finish 

Finish, I feel it every bitch, every inch 

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[Hook:] 

Man, I think this feel like a classic 

Grab your lighters, yeah baby, and then you pass it 

And yeah, I wouldn't even call it rappin 

Cause fly with me, academy, you're speaking of the captain 

Yeah, yeah the captain