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johniepee - ozzi roc lyrics

[intro]
jp-p-p-p
look

[chorus 1]
my mother hates rap, she likes aussie rock
inxs, cold chisel, yeah, i know we’ve got
acdc, crowded house, we claim ’em, kiwis stop
i tried to get her into stormzy, but she tells me no way
my mother hates rap, she likes aussie rock
inxs, cold chisel, yeah, i know we’ve got
acdc, crowded house, we claim ’em, kiwis stop
i tried to get her into stormzy, but she tells me no way

[verse 1]
you ain’t got a groove, when you’re rocking
stomping on the beat, you looking horrid
got your mullet longer than this song is
give her sp-ce when she’s dancing at a concert, oh god
flanno with the jeans you’ve truly worn in
i try to make her take a seat, but she’s ignoring
me, like all she knows is what the f-ck rock is
stuff your sh-tty bands and rob thomas
i’ma k!ll em, sick of her guitar ‘n
every other piece of memorabilia she’s bargained
for, at every single garage sale, i’m with her and it’s hardened
my heart to rock and roll, i hate it, facts, don’t get me started, oh
she’s on the porch (porch), scrolling through the sports (sports)
catch her in the winter in a singo and some short shorts (shorts)
sh-t, i really wish my mother listened to my thoughts
but she’s never gonna change, she barely listens when i talk
that’s my mother, bruh, yeah, i know she’s crazy, but i’m stuck with her
convince her rap is better, best of luck to ya
mum says i’m rude (word), way too intrusive (word)
i’m just tryna make her fall in love with better music (word)
i play a couple bangers, pray to god she’ll maybe hear it
she tells me turn it down and go and mind my f-cking business
looking in the mirror playing nelly for a minute
yelling “andele andele”, i’m just tryna raise my spirits
i keep telling her, look

[verse 2]
my mother hates rap, she likes aussie rock
so d-mn aussie she might open up an bottle shop
full of stubby holders, full of vb’s
eagle rock on repeat, if she tries it, i might call the cops
she’s got me stressing, i’ve been racking up my brain (ayy, ayy)
to try and find a song she actually won’t hate (ayy, ayy)
no, not the mumble kind, but something with some brains
cos my tunes are kinda different to the trash that’s getting played
lame, face tatted cats, acting up again
coloured hair and t–th, ain’t talking one of them (nah)
no wonder mum don’t vibe, ’cause how could they contend
h-ll, i’d rather bump some bieber, over lil pump and friends, ah
my mum is so into joe man it’s a joke (eskimo)
sometimes i wish her cds would stay froze (let it go)
i’ve been reading the source for jay quotes (his name’s hov)
scouring g*nius, thought i came close
all right maybe mum, i’ve found something rocky, she said “play me some”
now i’m dropping bangers, un-australian
mum said “it’s rude” (word), but was bopping to the tune (word)
i told her that the genre was a crossover of two (n.e.r.d)
i played her some pharrell, ’cause i thought it suited well
sick drums, guitars, so i thought that it could gel
well? she yelled back like “what the h-ll
this isn’t too bad, i guess i’m into rap as well”
i kept telling her, look

[chorus]
my mother likes rap, but loves aussie rock
inxs, cold chisel, wait, but now she’s got
eminem and joyner, cole and kendrick, got the lot
but she still won’t listen to my sh-t, no way
my mother likes rap, but loves aussie rock
inxs, cold chisel, wait, but now she’s got
eminem and joyner, cole and kendrick, got the lot
but she still won’t listen to my sh-t, no way (ayy, ayy, ayy)

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