Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Don't Tell Me, artist - Lee Scott. Album song Butter Fly, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Don't Tell Me |
I wipe the ink off me train ticket before it dries |
And tell the passengers I don’t want to hear about your boring lives |
I want it all jib an allocated portion size |
Give me a Cadillac, fat mansion and forty wives |
Fuck bitches, chop cocaine, snort supplies |
On the same rotting table I use to torture flies |
I pretend I don’t have a basement and ignore the cries |
Skip breakfast and get pissed like normal guys |
Hoodie’d up on a para cause the walls have eyes |
Me hand casts a shadow on the paper to obscure the rhymes |
Disorganized, getting smashed all the time |
Breaking hour glasses and drawing lines |
Like, cross em' I leave you traumatized |
I stick you up with forks and knives cause you’re telling porky pies |
So raise your paws towards the skies |
And give me two’s, threes, fours and fives |
What’s happening la? |
Nah, don’t tell me |
You’re not feeling so healthy |
Cause it was all going tits up |
And then I went and got me dick sucked |
And now I’m laughing again |
It’s sound la, I’m laughing again |
Yea it’s laughing again |
It’s sound girl, I can handle your friend |
(She can stay too) |
I’m in the zone, sagging alone, ignore the door and don’t answer the phone |
I’m not trying to be bad to the bone, I’m blown, necking Valium stoned |
Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off |
You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh |
Head in the sky like I’m ready to die, I tell you a lie like I’ve never been |
high |
Fly Pelican fly and I only drink on days ending in Y |
Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off |
You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh |
I’m starting a digital war and swinging a sword |
At your computer as your producer’s clicking record |
This is a world in which bottled water can win an award |
And freedom is a privilege only the rich can afford |
And what would Caesar think of Saracen and Jet and them? |
I ask the important questions then answer them and guess again |
Words like God and fuck followed by knows |
I make solid plans but keep me hollow eyes closed |
And polish platinum dreams, nothing’s as it seems |
Hack the trees down and make gossip magazines |
Fuck life, chong a joint |
Call me Allan Watt’s the point |
My philosophy is it wasn’t me, I walk in a scoff your feast |
Like I’m not settling for one a piece la |
Was it something I said? |
They told us it’d rain but now it’s sunny instead |
(Cause I) plucked the clouds out the sky and stashed them under me bed |
What’s happening la? |
Nah, don’t tell me |
You’re not feeling so healthy |
Cause it was all going tits up |
And then I went and got me dick sucked |
And now I’m laughing again |
It’s sound la, I’m laughing again |
Yea it’s laughing again |
It’s sound girl, I can handle your friend |
(She can stay too) |
I’m in the zone, sagging alone, ignore the door and don’t answer the phone |
I’m not trying to be bad to the bone, I’m blown, necking Valium stoned |
Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off |
You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh |
Head in the sky like I’m ready to die, I tell you a lie like I’ve never been |
high |
Fly Pelican fly and I only drink on days ending in Y |
Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off |
You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh |