Kill Travis - Speed Trap (feat. Syryus)

If you have no scars, the crows will eat your eyes
Back in Grade Five we had the NetBooks set to mine
I want competition stiff like a wombat on the roadside
Gotta know when ghosts lie
If you have no scars, the crows will eat your eyes
Back in Grade Five we had the NetBooks set to mine
I want competition stiff like a wombat on the roadside
Melbourne City, where the dope flies
You're sucking dirt off the foil, this weed I blow sky
Filthy stacks of cash, feeling like a fomite
Joints sitting underneath the clothesline
Don't sell that any more but my bro might
You're sucking dirt off the foil, this weed I blow sky
Filthy stacks of cash, feeling like a fomite
Joints sitting underneath the clothesline
Don't sell that any more but my bro might
16 bars and a hook
16 Os, got them cooked
Death in the family, urn with the soot
Got a whole team full of polite crooks
Biometrics to see my vault
On a Syryus beat, he's worth his weight in gold
Wasters on the street sweating out hot and cold
Tubs of subs, full of expensive mould
Hit this changa dart, see some H.R. Giger
Head through the sink, that's a basin biter
Running Yarra Bend, speed trap in a Type-R
Uber driver double time, slip a couple fivers
Hit this changa dart, see some H.R. Giger
Got Arabs on my Signal like Al Qaeda
Running Yarra Bend, speed trap in a Type-R
Nah cunt, you can't borrow a lighter

Written by:
MASTR DONK, Mr Travis

Publisher:
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