| Standing on the stairwell to hell
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| But don’t cross me though
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| I’m mega superstitious, one-nut-job-to-go
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| Serve me with a cold beer, turn up your speaker
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| It’s time we got acquainted
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| Wagwan? |
| nice to meet ya!
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| Post-Internet, Wi-Fi-Fo-Fum
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| And I’ll never «go Pop», I’d rather die, Ho-Hum!
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| Bold type cloud the lungs
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| To all those on keyboards all bumping gums…
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| You can all suck me plumbs!
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| Scrapping until death becomes, for life’s crumbs
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| I’m not one of those lost ones, who push lungs for lump sums
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| To my Youth with dum dums
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| This is for Section.80
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| Here’s my cake, who want’s some?
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| Love, you’ve got to shout louder
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| Crank up the hearing aid, dialogues the power
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| I shower my thoughts to empower
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| Extra-terrestrial, like a flower
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| Growing on the surface of Mars
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| This is my hour
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| Running out time like Bauer
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| Oh life’s sour!
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| Been bunning Babylon since '95
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| Getting hype on the mic, yeah we’re streaming live
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| Drip, drip
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| Dripping all these colours of my mind
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| Let the colours just drip, drip
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| Dripping all these colours of my mind
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| Let the colours just drip, I let them drip
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| Dripping all these colours of my mind
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| Let the colours just drip, drip
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| She’s uploading pics of her arse since the CIA’s tapping us
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| In a lack-lustre fashion, lacking trust and thus we must
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| Kick up some dust and don’t sleep in the belly of the beast
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| I’m trying to eat more than spag bol for tea
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| And get left in graveyard for ‘Have-Been' MC’s
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| Where they form cover bands and perform classic LP’s
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| Much to the despair of the audience…
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| As So Solid’s Harvey sings along to ‘Accordion'
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| Step into proverbial Delorean
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| There’s no ignoring him, he’s got a sword with him
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| He’s war ridden
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| Just exposing a few fears, downing a few beers
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| Having a chin-wag wit the page my love / dears
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| Let’s have a toast the young years
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| And Lord-Willing they’ll roll over, like a boulder
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| Chasing me through life’s labyrinth, not sober
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| I’m in a food coma
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| Dreaming I’m sailing to Barcelona on a ring donut
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| With a cold Corona
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| That’s unsound fallacy but makes sense in the fabrication of my mind’s tapestry
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| Been bunnin' Babylon since '95
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| Getting hype on the mic, yeah we’re streaming live
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| Drip
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| Dripping all these colours of my mind
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| Let the colours just drip, drip
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| Dripping all these colours of my mind
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| Let the colours just drip, drip
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| Dripping all these colours of my mind
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| Let the colours just drip, drip
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| Dripping all these colours of my mind
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| Let the colours just drip |