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I.D.W.G.A.J

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I.D.W.G.A.J was released on November 6, 2025 by VELVET BLUES as a part of the album The Mocking Stars

Song Details

AlbumThe Mocking Stars

Release DateNovember 6, 2025

LabelVELVET BLUES

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM86

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

LAUSSE THE CAT

Clarinet

B-ahwe

Background Vocals

Ross Burns

Cello

Tricky Cheekbones

Tricky Cheekbones

Electric Bass Guitar

Greg Burns

Drums

Nix Northwest

Keyboards, Background Vocals

Dan Large

Percussion

Quinn Oulton

Saxophone

Jonny Laxton

French Horn

Max Purcell Burrows

Max Purcell Burrows

Trombone

Grifton Forbes-Amos

Grifton Forbes-Amos

Trumpet

Jed Bevington

Violin

Isaac Meka

Background Vocals

Nick Nameless

Background Vocals

Cephas Crew

Background Vocals

Spike The Dog

Background Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

LAUSSE THE CAT

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

LAUSSE THE CAT

Producer, Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer

Isaac Meka

Mixing Engineer

George Moore

Mixing Engineer

Benjamin Savignoni

Benjamin Savignoni

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Six bitches each and we're going to the beach

Yes, bitch, sign it, bitch, hahaha

If I had some Ps, I'd pass my driving license

Buy myself a Twingo, buy myself some ice and

I'd find myself a mistress and take her somewhere nice then

Take her for some drinks, but my wallet's so dry

And I don't wanna get a job, nah

(Meow, meow, meow)

See, I'd keep a house in London, live a life of leisure in a city

Where they seldom pity people with low funds and

Have a place where sun comes more than twice a shitty little year

And have a hammock hung handsome between two branches

Rid lung cancer and buy another gut

Spend my life in hammocks, smitten, sitting, sipping coconuts

With a whistle on my lip, always pissing in the wind

Feeling happy two-four-seven

'Cause see, I'd drink the finest red wine and eat in little diners

Open up the check to find I tipped the guy two fivers (Why, thank you, sir)

Smile at the waitress cause all my teeth are whitened

But that'll never happen 'cause I hate the dentist

Plus I never wanna get a job, nah

(Meow, meow, meow)

See, I'd buy a massive mansion, invite all of my good mates to live in it

Have a huge oil painting painted where the ceiling is

A massive pool for swimming in, a cellar full of liquor

And a ban on anything that fucking isn't rock 'n' roll

It'd be the best place to bill a spliff

Fully fill a fridge with all the elements for dinner

Get peng food delivered without scamming out Deliveroo

And have a double bed amidst the middle of the living room

So maybe then I'd feel a little bit less lonely (Aww)

Say, maybe then I'd feel a little bit less lonely

Ladies and gentlemen

I present to you the world's smallest violin

'Cause see, if I had some Ps, I'd pass my driving license

Buy myself a Lambo and live a life so lifeless

I'd be one of those wealthy guys that says that love is priceless

Loathe myself and lose the light that hides behind my eyes

(So what you saying is we shouldn't give you money, right, Lausse?)

No, you should, mate (Why?)

To live a shit life's alright, but in a good state

Like, instead of a Burger King, I'd buy myself a good steak

And savour it so I won't taste the bitterness of blues

Fill a liver with a wine that's seven quid instead of two-for-six

At Boozebin, buy myself some straights so I don't lose two minutes

When I'm in suits of linen, swinging a coupe

Of gin and tonic to swoop some when I'm outside a club

And I would pay the rounds of pool when we're all chilling in a pub

Get a pork belly roast 'stead of picking on some scratchings

And live in dreamy bubble till the reaper comes

Till the reaper comes (Till the reaper comes)

I wanna die olive-skinned, beer-bellied with a smile on my face

Cin cin to life, bye-bye to grey skies above me

Meantime, I'm living in a suave little place

By the seaside with (Arr, arr) from seagulls above me

Surrounded by some females who love me

Back scratches and Baccy in abundance

Belly full of bubbly and fat fingers struggling to fit

Gold rings like they're strings on a fillet

And trust that I'll be eating good noodles everyday (Free Pimpyz)

Yeah, I'll be eating good noodles every day

Yeah, I'll be eating good noodles every day

Yeah, I'll be eating good noodles every day

(Meow, meow, meow)

(So what would you do—)

(So what would you do—)

(So what would you do—)

So what would you do if you had some money?

See, I would Uber everywhere, buy some Charlie for my frères

Smoke in every club I go, and if I'm fined, I'll pay a fare

Rent a room to party bare, buy a massive fuck-off rig

And choose the tunes to party to and loop 'em till I'm hardly there

Loose a screw and go to care, pay a dude two hundred grand

To prove I'm anything but loopy, get let loose in underwear

Then I'd try apply for mayor, get reduced the stupid fares

To travel on the London underground 'cause frankly, I'm not paying

2030 be prepared, Lausse the Fucking Cat for mayor

But I don't wanna get a job (No, I don't wanna get a job)

I don't wanna get a job (No, I don't wanna get a job)

I don't wanna get a job (No, I don't wanna get a job)

I wanna live like aye-aye pirates and pillage

Gold, nutmeg, cloves, pepper, silk, myrrh, saffron to trade

Lay a thousand different women in a thousand different ways

And have a thousand little kittens, have them call me Captain

Conquer seven seas and every bay, fill a boat with rum and sway through

Every sunny day till summer seems like something that'll never leave

And have it stay the same, 'cause see, a pleasure's only fleeting

If you let it leave and I would never let it leave

And I would never let it be a melancholic memory

A felony it be to let the pelican embezzle all my joy

Fuck a job, I'm off to sail the seven seas, olay ahoy

Fuck a job, I'm off to sail the seven seas, olay ahoy

Yo-ho, yo-ho, a pirate's life for me

If I—, if I—, if I—, if I—, if I had some Ps, I'd pass my driving license

Buy myself a Lambo and live a life so lifeless

I'd be one of those wealthy guys that says that love is priceless

Loathe myself and lose the light that hides behind my eyes

So I don't wanna get a job, nah

Say, I don't wanna get a job, nah

Say, I don't wanna get a job, nah

Say, I don't wanna get a job, nah

The Moon heard this, and said to the cat

Written by: LAUSSE THE CAT

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