Lyrics Palava - Conrad

Palava

Usual day, tenner, maggies, six pack of larger
Party’s lit got the whole house shaking
Gal gettin' vexed man
'Low your drama
Can’t be arsed for all the palava
Fuck it, man I love the palava
On a five day bender
Off my face
Got the whole weekend for the after
You think you’ve got a big belt
Me and my boys go larger
Got Tom on the floor
Got Max in a bin
Hear blue lights and I cut like barber
Went a bit messy
Bought a right back like Alves
You can call me Barca
Whose this kid with the bars and flows
Best know that 's name is the answer
Too much talent
Left foot, right foot
Best know that I bang it
Can’t help but kill the beat
Force of habit
Somehow man I don’t even try
But the words flow out man, it’s automatic
Wanna see bread like a butter knife
Spreading my name all over this planet
Went a bit too hard on the pre-drinks
Shotgunning beers at the start of the evening
Off my head when I get to the motive
So what man it’s drinking season
Stocking up on the way to the party
Bossman sus, give a fuck what he thinks
They didn’t sleep one bit
Next day yeah the gaff needs cleaning
Eyesight’s fucked man, I’m out of focus
Mosh pit for the whole of the motive
Spill drink and I ain’t even notice
Drinkin' a beer straight from the keg
50 litre barrel finessed
That house at the pub came clutch
Three cups all filled to the top
And they’ve gone to my head
I put the g and rhyme into grime
'Cause I’m boss of the mic when I flow
Try test get a box in the nose
Can’t step to me or my bros
Spin the rhythm way different
Man a box ain’t something I know
'Cause I’m always outside it, always cold
Always come with a bag full of bud
And a beat full of bass and box full of flows
Yeah nobody knows how I do this, clueless
Got the whole crowds mouths looking like Os
Shut down the show when the beat get sprayed on
Sprayed on fuck that the beat got soaked
Blowing out smoke stinging the throat
Both from the flavors and from the bars that I spit no joke
How is it lit but it sound so cold