Home Fried mp3 Download song lyrics by Nappy Roots
The internet is buzzing as Nappy Roots, a top-tier songwriter and performer, drops his latest hit, “Home Fried.” Known for powerful stage presence and unforgettable songs, here is it again with a track that’s both exciting and groovy.
This track is pure energy! No hesitation, it is a classic with enduring enlightenment to give you joy rather than sadness. Add it to your playlist now if you love great music.
Enjoy!
Nappy Roots Home Fried (mp3 Download)
Lyrics: Home Fried by Nappy Roots
Don’t you worry about a damn thing… Sunshine
You know life can be a dame shame… Sometimes
Everything we got is hand made… Home Fried
Yeah… Yeah… Yeah
Don’t you worry about a damn thing… Sunshine
Yeah… Yeah… Yeah…
You either gon hate it or love it
Whatever’s weighing you down you gotta rise above it
Life is give and take sometimes you gotta shove it
Like Rockford Fosgates in a old school bucket
Elbow out the window middle finger to the public
It is what it is I ain’t worried if it wasn’t
Little sum’n in my cup so yeah a Nicca buzzing
Made a few mistakes no sense in huffing’ & puffin
Shit can go left but what if it doesn’t
Just keep on truckin’ don’t get caught in the moment
Wins and the loses somebody gotta own em
Its all real estate poppa was a rolling stoner
He Taught me a lot but I still don’t know enough
Movie at the speed of life and ain’t no slowing up
Once you get where you goin you still growing up
Then he told me son… What?
Don’t you worry about a damn thing… Sunshine
You know life can be a dame shame… Sometimes
Everything we got is hand made… Home Fried
Yeah… Yeah… Yeah
Don’t you worry about a damn thing… Sunshine
Yeah… Yeah… Yeah…
I just bought a ounce out in Tucson
I’m rolling up to my boo come
I been living life like a true don
Got a stack on me plus coupons
I’m loving how she love on me
Got a keg and a few drugs on me
I do my show while she tug on me
Shotgunning beers I got suds on me
Where would I be without my homies
My bros, my bruhs, my crew, my cronies
Exclusive club, members only
Take it back to the high top pony’s
Crossing the country like a pair saucony’s
Married to the game I’ll never be lonely
That what you call a holy matrimony
Any thing else is a bunch of baloney
They got us hopping hoops, dodgin’ their obstacles
But what’s a speed bump to a car that’s unstoppable
Every month gotta do the impossible
Try to stay in pocket when the pressure’s intolerable
If that’s not the play time to call you an audible
Get it out the mud like ya came from the Bonnaroo
Often you’ll fall but don’t run to the hospital
Rise like the sun n return like the Prodigal
This shit ain’t on me man it’s deep in my Molecules
Every last particle Nappy down to the follicle
Penning this fire off in someplace tropical
Smoke coming off da paper these is the chronicles
-Boah!
