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lee scott - same song lyrics

[[verse 1]]
petrifying, death defying, shoo a t-rex and pet a lion
i don’t feel like ever tryin’ every day i get a lie in
and i have no desire to change, deranged
compared to me people aren’t that strange
i can’t be -ssed to nod me head to the beat
that ketwig sweg heroin chic, sellin the beak
while you’re waitin on the end of the week to get your rocks off
i’m sipping on a bevy in speke, watching benefit street
step on your feet, having a kick about in the house
i’ll read the bible when it’s translated into scouse
i hate learnin’ the hypes drowned out by the cogs in me brain turnin’
when i think too hard it smells like amnesia haze burnin’
disconcertin’ possibly off his face slurrin’ what the f-ck are they wearin’?
“ellesse, ellesse” you know how it goes
i pose with a ciggy blowin smoke out me nose
still blitzed but never cleaner
coughing like emphysema, the gr-ss is getting greener
hedge hop into the perfect shade which is we stayed
yelling obscenities in ye hearing aid

[[chorus]]
do you hear me now clearly?
if it’s not about the cult then that sh-t don’t concern me
cold to the sag sweg sh-t, kick it slow
i rep that brick peli, blah gang if you didn’t know
do you hear me now clearly?
if it’s not about the cult then that sh-t don’t concern me
cold to the sag sweg sh-t, kick it slow
that 616, dvlgng if you didn’t know

[[verse 2]]
mr. wrong, the same sh-t, but in a different song
lookin for some easily influenced hoes to string along
i just want to floss me t–th with gloria pritchett’s thong
i’m p-ssing out, these pills are strong
i’m from a place where the children chong and the adults sniff
thumbs up bombing back to rock bottom tryna blag a lift
joseph smith if he smoked a spliff, slapped a thot
threw a bag a gwop at a prozzy and slammed a shot
i’m not a rapper i just rap a lot
in baggy joggies and a tracky top
froze in me finest catalogue pose, p-ssing on a cop car
sipping whiskey, wishing on the wrong star
signal barely one bar; just eat on me phone in a funeral home
i don’t care if you’re down i can do it alone
we could of been like ferris bueller and sloane baby
now i’m tryna to book an uber to rome

- lee scott lyrics

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