Mog.Y - Addison Bridge
Life of the unpaid wageLive for the weekend
Drown in the deep end
Dig deep then yak up them demons
A packet of beans for them cats that are feenin’
And the whole room move like fuu
Know that we did it for the love
Know that I ain’t seen a buck for this shit
But the times that we did, man we chuck it in the cut like Peaky Blinders
Whole world move behind us
28 Days
On some fake shit CGI-tis (Wuddit is)
Who said I’d change my way
Down for the count till they lay my
Lay my grave
Jumpin’ around, start freaking
Walls start shrieking
Bridge spot tweaking
Everyone shut the fuck up when I’m speaking
And yeah I wear sneakers for sneaking
This lino start shaking
This whole worlds mine for the taking
A stupid motherfucker got the dough and stopped baking
Waking – Live and direct
I’m riding regret
You don’t feel the bite when you fighting the deaf
A fiver and ket – That’s bet
You gon watch him have an episode
Delivered by Bacardi
The damn grand finale
Bar me – I reach my last form, that Chris Farley
Your ticker tape bicker couldn’t harm me
Check the wristband
Mind the hour
Half steppin’ made my thoughts turn sour
Lamp light – Now my bullshit tower
And now my dons sit down – devour
Withstand any shower
Fuck posies – Pocket full of flower
Sit down right where the moon hang nice on the water
And I could just be here for hours
Stay sunny
No money - Just change
And still I’m bout to fucking make waves
And I did it with my whole heart
Little muddy fucker in the front row
‘Understand This’ until my lungs blow
Lozza got us backstage
13, With a broke arm and a Dirt shirt
Took another 10 until the words worked
Copping fucking records, on records
From hero rappers that wouldn’t give me a second
Now I’m boutta send ‘em to Heaven
I dust the page up on the 7th
Turn your whole teams head in, ya leaden
And fuck nah – Turn it up to 11
We got the Dub Kay Cee up in the building
Fire marshal – Two straight files, follow women and children
Cotch and fit man
Ring around the wrist - damn
Couldn’t catch a piss without the itch to catch an agtish
So Imma go and bag this
And you can fucking kiss my bag
Coz I speak what I see and your team all rag
Check the wristband
Mind the hour
Half steppin’ made my thoughts turn sour
Lamp light – Now my bullshit tower
And now my dons sit down – devour
Withstand any shower
Fuck posies – Pocket full of flower
Sit down right where the moon hang nice on the water
And I could just be here for hours
Check the wristband
Mind the hour
Half steppin’ made my thoughts turn sour
Lamp light – Now my bullshit tower
And now my dons sit down – devour
Withstand any shower
Fuck posies – Pocket full of flower
Sit down right where the moon hang nice on the water
And I could just be here for hours
Written by:
Mason Viola
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