Murs

Murs - My Own Parade lyrics

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Feat. ¡MAYDAY!

(Verse) Wreckonize)

Momma always said, 'I was her favorite mistake'

Poppa said 'I made it', and he’s fuckin’ amazed

My sister begging me to get her friends backstage

Got a key to the city, and a street with my name

(I think I need my own parade)

(I think I need my own parade)

The club that wouldn’t let me in back in the days

Now the same motherfucker, where they beg me to play

They said I was a sinner, now they giving me praise

Got a key to the city, and a street in my name

(Hook)

I think I need my own parade

I think I need my own parade

(Verse: Murs)

It’s MursDay baby and don’t it sound so crazy

Come on and hop on the bandwagon

Grown men for the win no pants saggin’

It’s an All-Souls Processional

Ain’t no question, we true rap professionals

(Verse: Bernz)

I gotta smash on the radio

Feelin' so perennial

Feet on the couch while we talking to arsenio

Vixen from the video

Calling me Emilio

Burning up a dab

While she say she cooking my cereal

MursDay killin this shit we need our parade

I'm a park this float out front and let the speakers play

(Verse: Wrekonize)

We let the speakers play

Until the tweeters are leakin' liters

Or senoritas sweet enough to ease the pain

Cause you know we gon’ slay

You need a ticket just to kick it, with the sickness

I be sippin', stickin’ meter maids

Do get up and get off yo damn bar stool

MD’s leading the march, the grand marshals

(Verse: Murs)

You seen us on Youtube with tubas fam

AIn’t no questioning who’s who or who’s the man

Was hoping that you dudes would understand

Ain't no groupies just good dudes with true fans

You need a huge band, when you have huge plans

To play your theme music and set the mood dayum

(Hook)

I think I need my own parade

I think I need my own parade

(Verse: Bernz)

Spoils for the winners

Comps for the dinners

Drinks on the house

Toast to the heavy hitters

Got a tub full Guinness

And some stars for my ninjas

A billion for my business

By the time a player finish

I'll be damn if I ain't in track to fill a trophy case

Hungered for success too long and now I gotta taste

(Verse: Murs)

And you can see my ego in orbit way out in outer space

Brand new Nikes on my feet with automatic lace

Most of the time I’m movin’ Off The Wall

Type of dude to stop mid verse because I got a call

What’s up girl?

Ya momma said it’s time to come home to show her

How to put our new album up on her iPhone

(Verse: Wrekonize)

And I clone billions of better vibes in my tone

Checks up in my mailbox, jack up in my time zone

Wreck comes expect domination

MursDay, we’re like a never-ending neck nomination

Stacking up the shots for the sport and the fashion

Now that’s what the fuck I call a chain reaction

(Verse: Bernz)

Made the top of the food chains

All without new chains

Bump in the budget

Cuz I shit we make is butane

Hits for all my hitters

Villas for all my Gorrillas

Dancing with only shakiras

While our enemies all fear us

I'm have the whole city offline and

Marching at my pace

Hang on very line that I rhyme like monkeys in a cage

(Hook)

I think I need my own parade

I think I need my own parade

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