Lyrics Can I Live - Murkage, Mike Skinner

Can I Live

Can I live live live
Can I live live
People say yeah yeah yeah
People say yeah yeah yeah
What a long night it was she stood well known
Bikini pose
Phone to her dome pink clone again
Alone again martini spent
So coke some then rum
Miss star trek set to stun
Blazing everybody Ibiza sun
Are all the gold bars on mars enough funds
How much did I burn about a monkey
Drunken pouch up now she’s hungry
Darling I’m us usually crouching bigger numbers
Bigger bumpers
That i stutter hope she’s butter
Worth the spends
Tonight i love her
Triple a forever pass so fast
Schoolboy maneuvers yeah cuz
Can I live live live
Can I live live
People say yeah yeah yeah
People say yeah yeah yeah
Loose balling sinking shots
Midnight lazer all on top
21 doubles the cartel’s lost
Stripes and riddim blud, it’s a lot
Stuntin like I don’t bruise
Guzzling excuses
And I’m wrecked
Facebook then letters read
Guilty spends for the girlfriend
Stone cold stunners
Buffness at breakfast
Stunting at luncheon
Going on reckless
Delete that evidence gone
Reloads on to the next song
Pressure had me splashed on bricks
Bruv… I’m in it for the kicks
Empire built and sold in a day
Running through the weekend
In my own lane
Can I live live live
Can I live live
People say yeah yeah yeah
People say yeah yeah yeah
It’s take off o’clock
Who said the runway was blocked?
Look at where all this blu-tacking
And backpacking has got me
Futile to stop me just share in my smile
Couple guys might try it, but for how many miles?
A field of hands glide up, the room erupts
One million volts erase the ifs or the buts
And I can’t hear, and I can’t breathe
And all I can see is that bus stop
Tequila fuzz provides a glaze
No need for Ray Ban shades
Hard Rain, it’s that Morgan Freeman wave
Banger after banger mixed quickly
It’s a shame the guy who paved the way for us was so shifty
Buff tings of all description
Suicide chicks, blazing Asians and Sisters
My old girl is on a force ting, she’s bitter
But I’m past cares, can’t hear her past the cheers
And who needs love when you have all these wide eyed stares?
Back at home they still don’t get it
But at least they don’t condemn it any more
They almost might respec' it…
Yeah…