Ethan Healy - Keep It Simple lyrics

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Ethan Healy - Keep It Simple lyrics

Uh, just keep it simple, man Don't you know you're rocking with a true gentleman? Sippin' French wine and cola, call me Pemberton Make way for the emcee with no melanin And I'm so intelligent, report card scarlet letters My Hester principle? Always get better For all these fans for fair weather that's looking for pleasure I'm a cool day in July, it don't get much better than that Woo, whatchu wanna know? Kinda like Vince Vaughn I'm just an average joe And the less you know, the better you sleep So maybe that's why I'm always up counting sheep Just Mad Eye Moody working magic on the beat With a head full of dreams that are too good to keep A fistful of dimes that I picked off the street, and a wishful desire to never deplete Just keep it simple man Hit the snare then the cymbal man Just keep it simple man Just keep it simple You can catch me steady wheeling up on Union Man my whip is superhuman -- never mind it's an illusion But it's prolly better, my city's full of thrown letters And they're quick to spill blood like a botched transfusion And it's permanent, these sharpie marker days Bein' up in Memphis livin' life the Penny Hardaway Maya Angelou, I'm singing caged thoughts Regardless, my Caster Troy rhymes will tear your face off Hot like a fever All my haters yellow snow eaters Listen close and get focused like a Ford dealer Cause I'm going crazy like I'm John Booth in Ford Theatre Take a breather man I balance work and leisure man I work it all week and the weekend's a reliever man I lay around and hold it down and maybe play some FIFA Or kick back and rewind and watch some Angry Beavers Cause I'm not an easy sleeper, I got too much on my mind And now it's tied up like some sneakers, like them New Balance or Nikes Flow clean, I keep it tidy in my Element I'm drivin' up in Tennessee My tendency and conscience coinciding Man I keep it grizzly, kinda like Hamed Haddadi And there's only one Ethan, don't you dare carbon copy man I'll tie you up and throw you in the trunk of the jalopy I'm downing red rum k**ing beats like it's my hobby Literally when I spit, I disembody I throw a fit, banana split and ...