Lyrics Randeer - Dabbla

Randeer

Man I’ll hit it so fast that their eyes water
Unidentified in my flying saucer
Everybody wanna shut up when I walk in
Talking about everything that I taught ya
Might shorten your life with a ballpoint pen
Got 'em dripping like Chinese torture
Blup blup blip kill them with the naught point ten
Come rain, come snow hell or high water
Sniffling about your first world problems
Man I don’t give a fuck 'bout the life that you lead
I’ma keep gutting these fish as per usual you know
If anything to see that they bleed
Can’t read a book by its plastic covering
Can’t judge a tree by the size of its seed
Everybody’s in a big rush to the future
There’s more to life than increasing it’s speed
That’s not me, that’s Ghandi
That’s not D, that’s Andy
That’s a third person that’s handy
That’s why you’ll never understand me
Fully blessed mate fresh out the Gange
Brake out the banjo, speaking Kurmanji
Everything Gucci mate, shanty shanty
Raise up the ante pull down the pantie
(Hook)
Nah mate, you’re not from Randeer
To be honest mate there’s not a lot Randeer
But it’s alright cause I’ve got fam 'ere
What do you know about how to get down here?
Nah nah nah mate, you’re not from Randeer
To be honest mate there’s not a lot Randeer
But it’s alright cause I’ve got fam 'ere
What do you know about how to get down 'ere?
It’s for the yoots I bill a zoosh eating baba ganoush
Don’t be a douche
You can see me out walking the pooch, having a mooch
Fuck about and catch one in the gooch
Ferme la bouche, you’re welcome
I don’t even know what I’m suppose to tell them
Either way i’m hoping I can over sell them
Smoking Durban poison on the streets of Belgium
It’s stupid
Don’t be a chief or you’ll be going home without your teeth
This shit’s out your reach, you might lose all power of speech
Your heart skip a couple thousand beats
Until I’m selling out thousands of seats, the stalls and the box
I don’t stop for no entity or no person
I just click click let it burst and watch your whole situation worsen
(Hook)
Nah mate, you’re not from Randeer
To be honest mate there’s not a lot Randeer
But it’s alright cause I’ve got fam 'ere
What do you know about having it down 'ere?
Nah nah nah mate, you’re not from Randeer
To be honest mate there’s not a lot Randeer
But it’s alright cause I’ve got fam 'ere
What do you know about having it down 'ere?
Yep, causing a stir they go eurgh like Pepé Le Pew
Sacrebleu!
Don’t pretend that it never occurred cause I’ve been here for three minutes you
ain’t rapped a word I’m like «meh»
Lovely and tidy had too much fun in the nineties
All jungle and grimy in the park sipping 20/20
Getting shitfaced and pulling them whiteys, like…
You don’t listen to a damn word anyway
Not one little thing that he ever say
If he did then he wouldn’t became a heavyweight
With a bag full of memories and a bellyache
Rags, my name’s Dabbz giving them a finger got it in the bags
I don’t give a fuck about your like or adds
So I’ma keep flying while you try keep tabs
(Hook x2)
Nah mate, you’re not from Randeer
To be honest mate there’s not a lot Randeer
But it’s alright cause I’ve got fam 'ere
What do you know about having it down 'ere?
Nah nah nah mate, you’re not from Randeer
To be honest mate there’s not a lot Randeer
But it’s alright cause I’ve got fam 'ere
What do you know about having it down 'ere?