Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Yes He Did, artist - Lee Scott. Album song Tin Foil Fronts, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 25.05.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Blah
Song language: English
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 |