Lyrics Yes He Did - Lee Scott

Yes He Did

I’m trying to develop a name, stress on the brain
Smelling of yesterdays rain
Despite what they may claim
What’s your main aim when you’re playing the game?
Gain?
In it for the love and I love money, I’m in a rush hurry
I’m pretty broke but I shun slummy
Like getting deep with a fuck buddy
I’m the kid that asked what was up with Bugs Bunny
Need an extra quid, pick a friend to jib
Oh my God he didn’t did he?
Yes he did
Went and flipped his second lid
And now he’s fucked up, yelling I’m drunk but
Gotta be this bad just to get in your good books
We’re some intelligent dumb fucks
Dropping knowledge when I’ve chucked up whatever I just took
I’m trying to develop a name, stress on the brain
Smelling of yesterdays rain, limping ahead with a cane
Things are never the same, I’ll never be tamed though
I’m over here sipping on Polish beer
Chatting to birds in stolen gear
Amateur listen kidda bifter
This is something exquisite innit
Spare me your wisdom
I co-sign Sheens theory of winning
Both eyes see clearly, I’m drinking
To totalitarianism
Here’s to the system
And controlling the world with religion
Getting stoned with your bird in the kitchen
Preparing and dishing, while I’m burning the ism
Rolling another
Shaking hands with the enemy holding a buzzer
You made a mistake like a hole in the rubber
I’m running up on your mansion like what’s happenin'?
It doesn’t matter cos you can’t prepare
I’m shaking the money trees on your garden bare
Rich banker types aren’t hard to scare
Not only do I rap but I can part the seas
Let me in the illuminati please
Don’t make me have to inject steds in my eye lids and fight pigs
That’s a hard look
Geeks say it’s dark but they would be wrong
This is a lovely song
Bitches can pluck their thong strings and sing-a-long to the chorus
All praise triangular shapes and the Eye of Horus
Hold on don’t let me do this
At best we’re clueless
Just accept these unelected rulers, forget
Cause you can’t buy food with respect
And stop assuming you’ll get anything
Just watch the next penny spin
With a petty grin so you can rub it in when you win
I’ve never been this well off or poor
If everything remains the same what’s it all for?
Just give it a reason I’m going in cause it’s freezing
And I’m not leaving
Until it’s time to go
So I can come back
Like 'don't call it a come back'
Ballin' I does that
I’m trying to do it all in a month flat
My cosign sheets (?) your winning
Here to the system
I’m controlling the world of religion
Preparing and dishing while burning the yism
I’m rolling up on your mansion like whats happening
Don’t make me have to inject steds in my eyes and fight pigs
Geeks say a star (?) book would be wrong
With a petty grin so you can rub rim when you win