Dreams

Old roots new trees

Learning all about myself now I’ve grown beautifully

Smoothing out my edges, I’ve refused since sixteen

I did a few odd miles reflection in a lucid trip dream

Regardless of the mark up, my art I’ll keep pushing

Leave them full up from the starter, these bars will keep cooking

And they don’t even get a look in, masquerading their persona

Trying to leech another booking

Nah you should get with the programme, can’t do it like the gang, they can’t do it

like Le Toad can

Some Idiots will try it with a pocket full of nose clams

Tracks all full of gas like they’ve shaken up some coke cans

That artificial kind of artistry, these rhymes are from my heart

I’m begging your pardon you ain’t half as deep

I bet a farthing that you’re ass and cheek

Snarl up in that dance when what you bargained weren’t a lasting dream

I’m in the pub splitting Gs and I don’t even drink Guinness

It’s a lager top and gold tequila for the grimace

Couple halves to cop, he said he’d be here in a minute

If you pass the shop some L&Bs will be the ticket

I’m in the pub splitting Gs and I don’t even drink Guinness

It’s a lager top and gold tequila for the grimace

Couple halves to cop, he said he’d be here in a minute

If you pass the shop some L&Bs will be the ticket

I said I do the whole thing while they’re just shaking the maracas

Deludamol king, snug in space like I’m Chewbacca

Consume the whole binge, rum & tailors till my cash gone

Wake up in the morning but butt naked with my hat on

Won’t pursue the gold rings like some Sega game decathlon

Make beats and spray the sauce then take the stage its a triathlon

Hit snooze two times a morning or I must’ve got my maths wrong

I’m late get out the door remain evasive from the tax bomb

Stationed in my quarters pulling faces at your rap songs

This talk of drugs and slaughter I’m amazed you’ve got your facts wrong

We all got the right to just do what we wanna

Be fake around me once then I’ll presume your a goner

Resume nothing new in the stoods off my rocker

I’ma keep it true I got some tunes in my lock up

I dunno what to do they seem useless as clobber

But music is my muse not for views or some dollar

I’m in the pub splitting Gs and I don’t even drink Guinness

It’s a lager top and gold tequila for the grimace

Couple halves to cop, he said he’d be here in a minute

If you pass the shop some L&Bs will be the ticket

I’m in the pub splitting Gs and I don’t even drink Guinness

It’s a lager top and gold tequila for the grimace

Couple halves to cop, he said he’d be here in a minute

If you pass the shop some L&Bs will be the ticket

Dreams