Black Mr. Rogers Songtext
von Zeale

Whistlin′ while I'm walking with my head to the sky,
Got a million reasons for it, but I won′t tell you why
They saying "Zeale what you doing'?" I say I'm doing me
Now tie some pillows to my feet, ′cause I′m chasing my dreams

Mr Rogers swagger with the dent on my chin
The vampire at your door but you're letting me in (Ahh!)
I′m coming for your brains and your wallet
Even Webster's dictionary has no clue what to call it!

Whistle while you′re walking you can hide from the rain
Whistle while you're burning while you lie in the shade
Whistle to the word and now I′m flying away


They say it doesn't matter how much money you make (cha-ching!)
It's not where you end up, it′s the journey you take (What?)
Bullshit! The fuck if it ain′t?
I spent 65 dollars tryna fill up my tank (damn!)
But I ain't gonna let it stop me from my course
I′ll trade in my black Jeep for an all-black horse
Fuck a pair of headlights, I'll just carry a torch
And light a joint with that bitch while I′m next to your porch
(Oooh!)
This city needs an enemy
Zeale, alcohol and weed, the holy trinity
So every second of my life is now infinity (Let's go!)
Sorry Jacky-O it′s going down like the Kennedys

(Oooh!)
There's never nothing cooler than just being yourself
That's why I like to whistle ′cause I feel that it helps
So keep me being me in a world full of schemes
And knock the fuck out these haters while I go for my dreams
If you feel like I feel, then you can′t go wrong
So pour another one up, and take a shot to this song
And if you're down in central Texas homie whip out the bong (What up?)
Blow your smoke into the air and start to whistle along (Come on, yeah!)