Quiet day, outside No wrong, no right Some men will fight, some die Some live by the night and some by the sword of the samurai Wild west, no law Hot Sun, quick guns Put a bullet through a mothafucka' It gets done Some live by the pipe and some by the sword of the samurai If you the son of your family, commit harakiri Loud music in my headphones, I'm hard of hearing I'm walking through the desert and my skin start peeling Some people spend their life ignoring their own heart's feelings I'm watching Spirited Away and Princess Mononoke I used to listen to C418 and early Coldplay I think today will be a good day, like I was O'Shea I make eggs with toast and bacon and a cup of OJ I'm slaying demons, I feel like I am Inosuke Life's a game, so is switch, but I really don't play They told me I would never make it, that there could be no way I told my mama what I'm making, all she said was: No way! I'm in Italy enjoying gelato and sorbet This shit it take you a year to do, it might take me four days I'm going all around the country, we got lots of tour days Pop out if you a hater, lemme see the look on your face Brown boy is flying (Brown boy is flying) Brown boy is flying (That brown boy is flying again) Brown boy is flying (Brown boy is flying) Brown boy is flying (That brown boy is flying again) Q-Q-Quiet day, outside No wrong, no right Some men will fight, some die Some live by the night and some by the sword of the samurai W-W-Wild west, no law Hot Sun, quick guns Put a bullet through a mothafucka' It gets done Some live by the pipe and some by the sword of the samurai