Lyrics Godnose - Antihéroes, Lee Scott, Salar

Godnose

Hidden under the Devil’s arched wings
With stigmata markings
I play a beautiful symphony with my heartstrings
Then wake up smothered in the sky
The world’s just something in my eye
I cry acid rain
Then skid in the fast lane
'Lee Scott' because I couldn’t think of a rap name
Trying to push weight in a drunk state
But I’m a good mate, I even love hate
Fuck fate while you wait for God to call
I took my back of the wall and watched it fall
You dropped science, I dropped every subject
And I still haven’t picked any up yet
I build a school with neolithic tools
And still look cool arguing with a fool
I could be wrong too
Is something
I’d hold my hands up and say, but I’d be wrong to
Don’t worry do your thing kid, I got your back
Quit the bullshit and knock this vodka back
Yeah I gave it up to you now I want it back
Middle finger salute, the Gods are back
Don’t worry do your thing kid, I got your back
Quit the bullshit and knock this vodka back
Yeah I gave it up to you now I want it back
Middle finger salute, the Gods are back
Avid reader
Trying to be ballin' like a Catholic preacher
Looking like a classic feature portrait
Of your standard Caesar
I don’t have a visa
But cross the border personality disorder
Like, 'Hasta la vista'
Humanoid version of a Japanese Akita
With cabin fever and the sweg of a mafia leader
21st century fashionista
Sipping cristal from a plastic beaker
In a wife beater
S no average geezer
Strictly only keep her if she’s a prime mamacita
Chillin' in the gutter, relaxed with a diva
Before we’ve even done it I’m planning to leave her
Politickin' with Ali and Nima
Smoking DMT in the back of the beemer
I solve the Hodge conjecture
And give God a lecture
While I’m having a seizure
Like it’s standard procedure
Don’t worry do your thing kid, I got your back
Quit the bullshit and knock this vodka back
Yeah I gave it up to you now I want it back
Middle finger salute, the Gods are back
Don’t worry do your thing kid, I got your back
Quit the bullshit and knock this vodka back
Yeah I gave it up to you now I want it back
Middle finger salute, the Gods are back