Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Die Old, artist - Lunar C. Date of issue: 27.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Die Old |
| Scumbag rap for the drug dealers and deadbeats |
| 'Bout to cop a kilo, fuck being an MC |
| I woke up on the wrong side of the bed |
| With a screw loose, not right in the head |
| Give a bitch my morning glory, praise the Lord and saviour |
| Liquor always makes me talk to strangers like we’ve been friends forever |
| Pissed up, tryna make a a makeshift telephone |
| Got two cans left but I can’t string a sentence together |
| Rolled a joint fat like Uncle Buck |
| Rum and Kush makes me get my words muddled up |
| Talking double dutch, they talk shit, we fuck them up |
| Your mother took five dicks and the johnny was a rubber glove |
| My cocaine is fair trade |
| Got the money in a air raid shelter with a rifle and some bare mates |
| Just in case this rap shit goes pear-shaped |
| 'Cause I’m just about famous enough to have to wear shades |
| When I’m begging for spare change |
| Don’t just get by, go get rich, die old |
| Life goes too fast, I know |
| Just get by, go get rich, die old |
| Life goes too fast, I know |
| My dad always said I was a strange kid |
| Never had any friends, I had to play with myself like I was sexually frustrated |
| Never knew I was destined for great things, a legend in the making |
| Eating Wotsits in bed with a fat bitch |
| Keeps moaning about the crumbs, fucked her on her bathroom sink while I raided |
| her medicine cabinet |
| And grew a pair of tits 'cause I took a oestrogen tablet |
| Going in until I black out and stain my undies |
| Then wake up a new man, I’m staying hungry |
| I’m 'bout the music, I don’t need a label to be making money |
| I push it on the street like cocaine and baby buggies |
| I sit on my doorstep and blaze up |
| With my music up loud, neighbours giving me strange looks |
| I do what I like, fuck your opinion |
| My brain’s something that you just can’t grasp like some A-Cup |
| Don’t just get by, go get rich, die old |
| Life goes too fast, I know |
| Just get by, go get rich, die old |
| Life goes too fast, I know |
| I’m childish, I take every opportunity to get one up on you |
| You bring a bitch, I bring a couple through |
| Smoke a join, I’m bunning two |
| Basically every time you’ve got a nail I’ve gotta double you |
| And if you still don’t get it, what I’m saying is you’re gonna lose |
| I’m a hater, I can count the rappers I don’t rate on one hand, if I was holding |
| a calculator |
| They’re tryna break into the mainstream, wondering what they can do different |
| But they’ll die underground like a tube |
| And how the fuck you pushing thirty and still a up-and-comer? |
| You need to reassess your life, when my cup is half full I just down it and |
| fill up another |
| Like your stepdad on his deathbed, I’m an ill motherfucker |
| Fashion victims do extensive research |
| To try find their brown belts and expensive t-shirts |
| What type of mad weather makes you need a vest made of black leather? |
| Fake gashes in your jeans like your ancestors were transgender |