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joe james – moloko lyrics

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[verse 1: joe james]
hmm
bring it back like moloko
chelsea ting in chanel, that’s coco
too many bricks in the roads but they’re white, not yellow
man that’s suttin’ like toto
we was in carni sippin’ on vossi
all [?] man, everything slo+mo
yeah
i don’t know about crabs in a bucket
the mandem’s lying, they’re stuck in the city
my man started looking like a wildebeest
when he bought that richard mille, hmm
don’t be silly, back of the [?] mini+fridgey
so much room now i’m feeling trippy
i’m on a strip with a white boy ricky, yeah
don’t take the mickey, s+s+s+x where a man get tricky
beating these c girls, nuttin’ like philly
seaside girls in a drop+top mini
1+2+bruce and a 1+2+fizzy
caught that chase over 3 little piggies
huffing i’m puffing, i’m blowing i’m sticky
[?] for the stuff, i’m an east end bully
golden heart with a chrome heart hoodie
opps wanna boot man, think they’re yuki
your man is a muppet, gimme that cookie
said i would do it, i done that fully
still pull strings, man i feel like woody
snake in my boot man, i feel like woody
yeah
[verse 2: ashbeck]
ay
woah woah, yeah yeah
look
she wanna pour up rosé, i’m tryna roll that weed up (yeah yeah)
now she wanna get to the foreplay, like when i touch and feel her (uh+huh)
sometimes missing the old days, back when this sh+t was easier (back then)
but how could i go to my old ways, right now i’m hot as antigua (how?)
hot like a cyprus villa, this year i go way bigger
the stack got thicker
back then i would get booked for a pinky
just got booked for the nicest figure (lovely)
tryna find out if she miss me, thinking i might just hit her (thinking i might just)
i’m tryna find out if she miss me, thinking i might just+
look
on my hat, that’s oakland a’s
i more time step with a poker face (i do)
when i’m in a broken place
i talk to myself on a open page (trust)
i’m feeling at home on stage
but shows been giving me vocal strain
it’s worth it, they gotta know my name
i’m working, smoking a potent plane
i’m bored of the ends, i’m tryna go east or suttin’ (yeah)
i’m bored of my friends, i’m tryna go link this ting then eat or suttin’
then beat or suttin’
racking them ps and they keep on coming, yeah
i’m racking them ps and they keep on coming
i need me a trip by the sea or suttin’
uh+huh



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