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conrad - palava lyrics

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[intro]
usual day, tenner, maggies, six pack of larger
party’s lit got the whole house shaking
gal gettin’ vexed man
‘low your drama
can’t be +rs+d for all the palava

f+ck it, man i love the palava

[verse]
on a five day bender
off my face
got the whole weekend for the after

you think you’ve got a big belt
me and my boys go larger
got tom on the floor
got max in a bin
hear blue lights and i cut like barber

went a bit messy
bought a right back like alves
you can call me barca
whose this kid with the bars and flows
best know that [?]’s name is the answer
too much talent
left foot, right foot
best know that i bang it
can’t help but k!ll the beat
force of habit

somehow man i don’t even try
but the words flow out man, it’s automatic
wanna see bread like a b+tter knife
spreading my name all over this planet

went a bit too hard on the pre+drinks
shotgunning beers at the start of the evening
off my head when i get to the motive
so what man it’s drinking season

stocking up on the way to the party
bossman sus, give a f+ck what he thinks
they [just] didn’t sleep one bit
next day yeah the gaff needs cleaning

eyesight’s f+cked man, i’m out of focus
mosh pit for the whole of the motive
spill drink and i ain’t even notice
[?]
drinkin’ a beer straight from the keg
50 litre barrel finessed
that house at the pub came clutch
three cups all filled to the top
and they’ve gone to my head

[beat change]

i put the g and rhyme into grime
’cause i’m boss of the mic when i flow
try test get a box in the nose
can’t step to me or my bros

spin the rhythm way different
man a box ain’t something i know
’cause i’m always outside it, always cold
always come with a bag full of bud
and a beat full of bass and box full of flows

yeah n0body knows how i do this, clueless
got the whole crowds mouths looking like os
shut down the show when the beat get sprayed on
sprayed on f+ck that the beat got soaked

[outro]
blowing out smoke stinging the throat
both from the flavors and from the bars that i spit no joke
how is it lit but it sound so cold

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