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drapht - take the party with us lyrics

[intro: sesta]
let the wallet and the keys and the fat?
little sorts of paraphenalia

[verse 1: sesta]
look i understand now that this here’s suspicious
but its just us, the tour bus a must the mousta
ride with us from the things with bringing it plus
we never cleaning it thus, the smell of weed’n it up
get the feeling you that don’t like the stripes
that wanna be rockstars they gotta be drug dealers
or real k!llers, lets go with the latter and put out the feelers
and see what the deal is. so why
did n0body mention that we p-ssed the dimension?
got the kangaroos riding the back and they keep banging
the sides and then we’ll take us alive and if we deal with it
right well then we’ll ride from the back, better hit the hazards
i’m just saying i’m seeing the whole land
from the backseat of this ride, i wouldn’t mind trying
wind my window without the threat of a cigarette
honson lit hitting my eye, but i got no time

[chorus: sesta]
no time to waste
i gotta hit the road, gotta go right away
got time for nothing, already started the bus
so shut the door and take the party with us, we take the party with us (uh)
no time to waste
i gotta hit the road, gotta go right away
got time for nothing, already started the bus
so shut the door
and take the party with us, we take the party with us (uh)

[interlude: sesta]
what the f-ck are you lookin for? just a little bit of (drapht), bit of (drapht), but uh

[verse 2: drapht]
you ain’t gonna find a sh-t in under my nut sack
only thing under there is my b-tt crack, ain’t a f-ckin’
rug rat, so no, ain’t harbouring sh-t there
and, if i did, it’s gone ’cause spotting cops is my sixth sense
thick stench of the second hand smoke
with an ear to the road, he reckon he van gough
he reckon the road rolled under the van, i reckon
he’s twenty seconds too late and reckon that dan knows that
standing on the side of the road with rambos
tryna stand over us like it was over loaded
guns like it was over a boat of c0ke
or a bust to my load to show my nuts to a bus load of
nuns, nah, no one owning up to this
now we looking down at a truck like snuffleupagus
i had enough of this either read us our rights
or we driving, ain’t got time we ain’t got no time, nah

[chorus: sesta & drapht]
no time to waste
i gotta hit the road, gotta go right away
got time for nothing, already started the bus
so shut the door and take the party with us, we take the party with us (uh)
no time to waste
i gotta hit the road, gotta go right away
no time for nothing, already started the bus
so shut the door and take the party with us, we take the party with us

[verse 3: hons]
mister policeman, why you pulling us over?
see, the whole van’s lifted but our driver’s sober
and, legally, he’s the only one who needs to be
so you can’t prove sh-t but motherf-cker we smoke heaps of weed
and, the key, you don’t need to know why he’s here
we vacced to the party of loose women and free beer
so can you let us go? i’ve had enough of this sh-t
i know my rights and you can’t test if i’m stoned
i drove so d-mn far on the magical mystery bus
filled with vodka and half of a spliff in my lung
i seen cops with them shotgun mics
in the cliffs, trying to clock the intake of my p-ss
backseat plantation, hand me another one of them
i’m not cooked i’m only half baken
and i’ll be part taken with anything that’s p-ssed around trust
we take the party with us, we take the party with us

[interlude: hons and trials]
seatbelts on
ain’t no time, tweet out, open windows, open windows
seatbelts, throw the…throw the weed out

[verse 4: trials]
a couple p-ss p-ssed around the back to whiff of this sh-t
got the coppers stressed enough to wanna give us a slip
but not elusive they accusing us of being that one moving
budha in back alludin’ like the smoke’s from an illusion hah
its from the pithery serendipity cigarette
and sombody invited oj, bought the k!ller x
till i said warp the f-ck out of the speakers
in the tour van ten years on, still playing p-rn rant
you think the oars count, we probably did
snapshotted all them twits for my holiday pics
so, what the f-ck’s the deal officer? why you trying to lock us up?
we ain’t bothering n0body, go do some proper stuff
i got no time for bovine f-cking my sh-t up
patiently he treat a car and the last one to get up
one hit up, but the copper didn’t pick up, i was joking
we don’t hold weed bro, we smoke it

[outro:]
i can smell cannabis in this car (oh, okay, right)
who wants to own up, because, like i said, we will search the car and we will search everybody
(well, obviously, it’s not any of us)

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