Tonalité : D minor
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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wake late for a typical day
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Of getting pissed till it's difficult,
but isn't it strange?
It ain't miserable,
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wishing that the limit would raise
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To a simple bit of spirit in my lyrical rage
I riddle flipping pages
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that's miracle laced
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Until you ring all your mates and tell
them "listen to James"
Tickle his brain and scribble his name
like hitting the train
A villainous mate you wouldn't
want a kick in the face
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Cause I gaze distant,
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I'll play with your sisters
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And mate I'm as dangerous
as pacing with scissors
I'll make hits blatantly
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making you face it
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You're saved in my database list
full of fake shits
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Take this! Now I'm just wasted
and laid back
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Inhale the vapours that raise
from my eighth sack
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Jade- rapping James with the
payback and mate that
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Is straight fact,
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breaking the scales like your waist fat
My stage act collapses and now it's
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back to my habitat
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Act like a lab rat trapped
in an aggy rap
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And fuck carpet burns, she'll
get a scabby back
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Stabby stab stab till her fanny
is a baggy gash
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And I'm just using rude words
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To scoop dirt flirt with the tune
abuse my new verse
Future first, think last,
drink from a pink glass
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Lined with the brink but I sink fast
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Wink glass eyes at the stars
but I can't fly
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Can't buy half the laughs
in this harsh life
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I ask why and all I get is an odd look
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Of friends trying to answer this nonsense with
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God books
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It's me missing maths and my
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head can't figure sums
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Hitting drums,
licking out your sister with a vicious tongue
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With a little run for your money's,
bring quicker son
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I've listened to your lyrics for some
spirit and there isn't none
Dm
So isn't your mum a little bit dumb
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For letting six different
husbands deliver the cum
Some come rhythm- less,
kick a fuss up and get your innards bust
Scissored up viciously until your
fucking pissing puss
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Plus giving slugs love with
your little slug
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It's sick as fuck, give it up
bitches and listen up
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Cause oh dear you're in trouble now,
shut your mouth
Em
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Dike'scoming out with a sound
and it's fucking loud
Em
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Drown as my thunder cloud shouts
out the underground
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Running round clubs with an ounce
up his fucking snout
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Being me, that's a big joke
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Never quit smoking and wear
shit clothes at discos
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The nose- picking hobo hopes
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for a sick show
Wishbone slips as I focus and tiptoe
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Spit flows doper than most
of you pricks know
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Piss- soaked lyricist wishing
that this shit blows
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Ghost float mission levitate with
a head of snakes
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Never say never to the heavens
when the devil waits
Clever mates trying to beg when
the record breaks
Weapons raised, sabers displayed,
Outro 1
let's celebrate
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