Lyrics FLYING - Dabbla

FLYING

Allow me to stipulate
Got your chick sweating out her titty tape
Let’s this get shitty straight
If we don’t integrate, I can’t participate
Put it all behind me, like I’m missing me
Swiggin' bottles, pissing on your business model
Do I look as if I’m bothered by some little squabble?
Busted two Corona with the melatonin
Couple dozen hours later, life’s a doddle
Then I woke up in my happy place
In the mirror, practicing my rapping face
Turn a Tuesday night into a Saturday
Coulda, woulda, shoulda, but I, fuck it doesn’t matter mate
I think, therefore I’m not mixed up with a hell of a lot more in the pot
It’s getting harder to ignore what I got
Tighten the knot, guess that the bullshit will never stop
Neverrr
Remember, when I, used to, give a, flying, whoooop
Uh, the fuck you shouting at?
Anti-music, I can’t get down with that
Here’s another rhyme about how bad I am
Aren’t you fucking bored of all the sound of that?
Peeling your dignity like a strip-tease
Drip feeding the life, supplying them quick peas
Displeased with the way that your life is unfolding
Boy, stop snorting the Devil’s dickcheese
Brand new, better canvas and shit for me to add to
In between the scene of making music and what have you
Should give a nod to the camera you wanted me to pan to (what's the point?)
It’s the worthlessness that gives it value
Just another alkaline based lifeform
Cooking up a twenty plate mezze in a sidestorm
Anything to keep the fucking pies warm
On a search for something I can die for
Neverrr
Remember, when I, used to, give a, flying, whoooop
Uh, thought I’d write a third in it
Why the fuck not, might just get absurd with it
Lost a lot of friends, I guess they really weren’t in it (in it)
Lost my shit too, must admit the herb did it (did it)
Spur of the moment, came at a slurred lyric
Many seconds per minute, I paint a blurred image
Third digit from pinky with no return ticket
And I ain’t happy with none of it 'til I murdered it
Let’s play a game, it’s called how long 'til they all hate me
I’m in the field, still nobody’s passed the ball lately
Purely retarded thoughts that swarm daily
Fucking crazy for thinking the shit’s for your safety
Been feeling kind of off the wall, baby
Lord wise thou forsaken me, I’m all wavy
The way that they’re painting it does look sure tasty
I’m just happy zoning out and getting more spacey
Neverrr
Remember, when I, used to, give a, flying, whoooop