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ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cult Of The Damned
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cult Of The Damned
Composer
Ian Clements
Songwriter
Lee Scott
Songwriter
Jack Chard
Songwriter
Rhys Williams
Songwriter
Eyton Fordham
Songwriter
Oliver Phipps
Songwriter
William Laurence
Songwriter
Sam Kerr
Songwriter
Josh Pinnock
Songwriter
歌詞
[Verse 1 - Milkavelli]
Four poster sofa bed
With all due respect I got no respect
Rolex and a Rolodex of rhymes that rhyme with Rolodex
Fucked it up and it was fool proof
Feel like Ghostface Killa in my school shoes (Wallabes)
In a wolf suit howling at the full moon
Call it, imma make it
If I can afford it, I can brake it
Spaceship I board it, like a skate grip
I wanna take a brake, I call in my replacement
Now fetch my stunt double on the double
So, I can stunt with no trouble
And get my bubble bath run
I’m shadow boxing cause the punch was dark rum
Finally going bed between one and half one
What you gonna do, what you gonna do
What you gonna do, what you gonna do (Nuffin)
What you gonna do, what you gonna do
What you gonna do, what you gonna do (Nuffin)
What you gonna do, what you gonna do
What you gonna do, what you gonna do (Nuffin)
What you gonna do, what you gonna do
What you gonna do, what you gonna do (Nuffin)
It’s that ig’nant shit facedown on my phone antisocial
No northern hospitality but he’s a Manny local
In a box room getting smoked or in a smoke hut
Dopamine doped out doing up some dope bud
In my own space don’t be in my vicinity boy
I’m off bounds ain’t nobody tigging me
You little league bitch MCs on insta can keep talking shit
I’m recording more verses these days I ain’t talkative
Straight to action, Vinnie Jones in his first appearance
I’m in survival mode this games about perseverance
Cold sag running on a bleep test
Weed head, call me Keith Ket probably served your parents
Doing dirt middle finger up to Mr. Sheen
I get the picture these days, it’s a meme
Teddy bear on me, Mr. Bean
On a low, in my ‘Lo, whilst I’m sipping tea
Say something and I smoke on my train puffing
Pass you in a lane struggling
Traffic and your bae, bugging
Light you up like a nitty tryna blaze suttin’
Cause, what you really gonna do say suttin’
Never changed since my mummy made it in her tummy
Catch a Chelsea smile when I take it funny, trust me
Get you sucked like a baby dummy, (?)
Get tucked like a blade in undies, cruddy
Ain’t a game you can pick or chose to play with Slummy
Make me grumpy when (?) come and take your country
Leave you stranded, make you running, better pray or suttin
Cause what you really gonna do?
Ain’t bluffing, straight coming to your baes function
See Bisk has bring the tea and a plate of crumpets (?)
(?) eat two save me something
Cause what you really gonna do mate? Nuttin’
What you gonna do, what you gonna do
What you gonna do, what you gonna do (Nuffin)
What you gonna do, what you gonna do
What you gonna do, what you gonna do (Nuffin)
What you gonna do, what you gonna do
What you gonna do, what you gonna do (Nuffin)
What you gonna do, what you gonna do
What you gonna do, what you gonna do (Nuffin)
Small favour, baby taste my balls flavour
Put some green up in the raw paper neat
Mobb Deep like I’m Cormega
I’m currently busy bitch so you can call later
Hella high on some Ami dust
Fucked your Mum even though she was bandaged up
Cult here, gang is fucked
Hilton room service, ran it up
(Ey come ‘ere)
Back it up, laugh it up, it’s not funny
Hungry as hell, when I’ve got money
(You’re just lazy)
The new Jay-Z
If he spoke slower than a KRS lecture
(It’s so fucked up)
I know it is but it gets better
(Ermmm some Red Leicester)
Written by: Cult Of The Damned, Eyton Fordham, Ian Clements, Jack Chard, Josh Pinnock, Lee Scott, Oliver Phipps, Rhys Williams, Sam Kerr, William Laurence
