| Not one for authority
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| Follow you, no follow me
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| Left foot forward bro be free
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| There are no rules, just societies
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| Society says Slowthai is a danger
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| Head top rearranger
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| No love for authorities
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| They took my bro and that’s robbery
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| Did my thing no way could I cater
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| We can sort it out later
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| Roll about for that flavour
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| Nasty boy, it’s my nature
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| Consequence bun a consequence
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| I’m a narcissist, see you later
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| Defending my team like Shawcross
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| Can’t talk about steez rocking boot cuts
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| Shortcuts no confusion
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| I wouldn’t do you if I was clueless
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| Hop a fence for that bunda
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| What I do for the music
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| No man can ever call me junior
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| Say that I’m moving stupid
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| I don’t hit town, drown my sorrows in Sambuca to act like Cupid
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| Rather stay at home be zooted
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| It just ain’t computing
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| That I ain’t code in computer
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| Follow the leader til we get snookered
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| Wear my Zoomers you’re wearing Pumas
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| Lean to the side, twelve from verrucas
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| I’m sat at home with my Gucci loafers
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| Cup of rose, lean on my sofa
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| Crumpets in my toaster
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| Bum parked on my sofa
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| At one with nature
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| Pissing off my neighbours
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| Crumpets in my toaster
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| Bum parked on my sofa
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| At one with nature
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| Pissing off my neighbours
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| Knock, knock here
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| Knock, knock there
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| I think someone’s there
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| Turn it up I don’t care
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| Turn it up I don’t care
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| Knock, knock here
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| Knock, knock there
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| I think someone’s there
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| Turn it up I don’t care
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| Turn it up I don’t care
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| Authorities that I can’t hear
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| You can’t come in, no pigs in here
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| Warrant outstanding more than a year
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| Hand myself in if my solicitors there
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| Understanding the agenda
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| If you’re law-abiding, cooperate, bless
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| Pirates like me say
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| You’ll never catch me alive, or dead
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| HMP can’t be a prisoner
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| Put the cuffs on me, put you in the finisher
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| On custody even as a visitor
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| It’s not holiday, and it’s not me dog
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| I want mahogany up in my yard
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| Doberman shitting on my grass
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| Name stitched up in all my garms
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| I never listened to what I got told
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| Crumpets in my toaster
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| Bum parked on my sofa
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| At one with nature
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| Pissing off my neighbours
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| Crumpets in my toaster
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| Bum parked on my sofa
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| At one with nature
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| Pissing off my neighbours
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| Crumpets in my toaster (Like not not here, not not there)
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| Bum parked on my sofa (I think someone’s there)
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| At one with nature (Turn it up I don’t care)
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| Pissing off my neighbours (Like not not here, not not there)
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| Crumpets in my toaster (I think someone’s there)
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| Bum parked on my sofa (Turn it up I don’t care)
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| At one with nature (Turn it up I don’t care)
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| Pissing off my neighbours
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| I said
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| Knock, knock here
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| Knock, knock there
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| I think the feds are there
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| Fuck the feds I don’t care
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| Knock, knock here
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| Knock, knock there
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| I think the feds are there
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| Fuck the feds I don’t care
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| Please open the door, or we’re gonna force entry
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| Last chance to open the door or we’re gonna force entry
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| Come on, come on, supposed to be the police force, no force in you
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| Hey, shut it, your mouth, you little
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| No force in you, haha can’t even get the door off haha |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Toaster, artist - slowthai. Album song Nothing Great About Britain, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп