Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song La Plage, artist - MurkageAlbum song La Plage, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 28.11.2013
Song language: English
La Plage |
| Dickhead, you must be new here |
| We light up the sky like a new year |
| And what a band of brothers |
| Looking down on others |
| Like who the fuck are you |
| Like who the fuck are you? |
| And it’s on, so why wait? |
| And it’s on, so why wait? |
| They love us, we riot in their premise |
| It won’t be long 'til we get back from Paris |
| If you want your white Nike’s to stay clean |
| Come outta my scene |
| Please don’t quote YOLO to a Hindu |
| It’s more N.E.R.D. |
| we’re into |
| It feels fuckin sick to be doing this |
| And have all of my tight spars with me |
| Unplug from the bullshit quickly |
| Knead out all the knots and that’s me |
| Videos and stageshows avec un neuf neuf |
| Middle finger to that prick George Osborne |
| Still sippin on a icey tin with that drunken grin |
| Away game or home turf |
| Haters sting like fruit flies |
| Amassed drums that come in lion size |
| I still wonder why the world is wound so tight |
| But we gotta let go cos |
| We’re on a Murkage ting |
| We’re on a Murkage ting |
| We’re on a Murkage ting |
| Like no prisoners Murkage ting and again |
| We’re on a Murkage ting |
| We’re on a Murkage ting |
| We’re on a Murkage ting |
| No prisoners Murkage ting |
| All backstage most keen to meet Felix |
| Jackson fear three squared seek him |
| Roll in inked up women pins to the ceiling fiending |
| Double M tees and fascination |
| Taxi quick ting |
| Gyration tempts the humble kingpin |
| Conversation’s dead I could never mourn it |
| Talk’s for friends who talk to forbes and |
| Yeah I really do that shit |
| Flip dykes.com to my own music |
| Fake lesbians the grand unzip |
| That’s modern amusement |
| Rockstar life I do rockstar things |
| Parisian pics chicks crawling up walls with a mutant mystic shadow prince |
| She ninja powers, invading mountains |
| Playing my flute in the small hours |
| The stories buried, cuban flowers |
| My condolence, who’s about this |
| Selling dreams in a heaven that’s so cold |
| Rent a fate that ignorance owns though |
| Yeah! |
| I’m that arrogant kid |
| So narcissistic |
| Yeah ! |
| I’m vintage goods |
| Another nasty misfit |