Lyrics Kit Bag - Reklews, Hock Tu Down, Milkavelli

Kit Bag

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot, kit, kit bag in the boot
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Surprise!
I’m your real dad
I make feel good music, feel bad, from feeling good
Arms out like I need a hug
I swear to god there’s a human being underneath me hood
I dunno where though, I just wanna wear rare Lo and burn bare dough
Oh, feed the whole team, I woke up feeling so clean
With a Gucci suit and a Sports Direct bag, tryna hot wire Walter Whites meth lab
I got an Uber down the street and felt jet lag, I dunno what you’re saying but
well said lad
Perfectly pronounced mumble rap, sewing a Ralph Lauren tag in me George bucket
hat
Designer clothes so I can buy designer clothes
Strike a pose, hide the coke inside your nose
Cult sag Run DMC, check the back catalogue when you got a weekend free
D-V-L-G-N-G, I show love to the Cult I don’t need MD
6−1-6 is for the kids
I use your school bullies head to bash the dry mud off me footy boot studs
While I juggle two jugs of sweg, something, something, do drugs instead
In a zen state, boujoir version of oo-ha, got you all in check mate
An unknown species like Trumps hair, I hid the key to life in the bin cupboard
somewhere
I swear, it was just there
Ah fuck, errrrr
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot, kit, kit bag in the boot
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot, kit, kit bag in the boot
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
This shit is forever, there’s no stopping me ever
Off with his head, helicopter propeller
35 bags for the umbrella, no apologies ever think I’m Conor Mcgregor
Ey you may have figured out that I can’t be figured out
Yeah I been about, stood the test of time sitting down
While you were sitting around, with a frown
I made my vision come to fruition thinking aloud like
Got the master key for NW3, it’s that greatest only IPWT
Feeling like a pilot in IWC
All this stunting’s funny to me, you spent hundreds on your feet but you need
some money to eat
Like all this stunting’s funny to me, you spent hundreds on your jeans but you
need some money to eat
It’s like, designer depression.
Step back from mind kind a little minor
aggression
Everybody wants it all, it’s quite a violent obsession
Probably get a little better by 2000 and never
You don’t like to eat, you think styling is better
Maison Margiela, you made a sacrifice for that leather
And that’s a pricey endeavour, I’m just happy if we’re smiling together
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot, kit, kit bag in the boot
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand
Kit bag in the boot, kit, kit bag in the boot
Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand