Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song SAME SONG, artist - Lee Scott. Album song Nice Swan, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.12.2016
Record label: Blah
Song language: English
SAME SONG |
| Petrifying, death defying, shoo a T-rex and pet a Lion |
| I don’t feel like ever tryin' every day I get a lie in |
| And I have no desire to change, deranged |
| Compared to me people aren’t that strange |
| I can’t be assed to nod me head to the beat |
| That ketwig sweg heroin chic, sellin the beak |
| While you’re waitin on the end of the week to get your rocks off |
| I’m sipping on a bevy in Speke, watching benefit street |
| Step on your feet, having a kick about in the house |
| I’ll read the Bible when it’s translated into scouse |
| I hate learnin' the hypes drowned out by the cogs in me brain turnin' |
| When I think too hard it smells like Amnesia Haze burnin' |
| Disconcertin' possibly off his face slurrin' what the fuck are they wearin'? |
| «ellesse, ellesse» you know how it goes |
| I pose with a ciggy blowin smoke out me nose |
| Still blitzed but never cleaner |
| Coughing like emphysema, the grass is getting greener |
| Hedge hop into the perfect shade which is we stayed |
| Yelling obscenities in ye hearing aid |
| Do you hear me now clearly? |
| If it’s not about the cult then that shit don’t concern me |
| Cold to the sag sweg shit, kick it slow |
| I rep that Brick Peli, Blah gang if you didn’t know |
| Do you hear me now clearly? |
| If it’s not about the cult then that shit don’t concern me |
| Cold to the sag sweg shit, kick it slow |
| That 616, DVLGNG if you didn’t know |
| Mr. Wrong, the same shit, but in a different song |
| Lookin for some easily influenced hoes to string along |
| I just want to floss me teeth with Gloria Pritchett’s thong |
| I’m passing out, these pills are strong |
| I’m from a place where the children chong and the adults sniff |
| Thumbs up bombing back to rock bottom tryna blag a lift |
| Joseph Smith if he smoked a spliff, slapped a thot |
| Threw a bag a gwop at a prozzy and slammed a shot |
| I’m not a rapper I just rap a lot |
| In baggy joggies and a tracky top |
| Froze in me finest catalogue pose, pissing on a cop car |
| Sipping whiskey, wishing on the wrong star |
| Signal barely one bar; |
| Just Eat on me phone in a funeral home |
| I don’t care if you’re down I can do it alone |
| We could of been like Ferris Bueller and Sloane baby |
| Now I’m tryna to book an Uber to rome |