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lee scott – twothousandand5 lyrics

[[verse 1]]
coming straight out the f-ckin dungeons of rap
face down under the trap, should of stayed down
in a bit kidda, skip the hugs and thanks
whole family scouse but i’ve got love for the mancs
i’m just a scruffy sunny runny cat so
to a scouser i’m a wooly back though
i p-ssed go too fast to catch the cash
now i’m sitting on a mountain of ciggy stubbs, tapping ash
corned beef hash rushy tash pushing p-ssed
reminscing like; “f-ck the past!”
just a bored kid kicking a can that grew into a man
that has trouble trying to stick to the plan
cause i’m too busy chipping a gram and not giving a d-mn
and wondering how many pigs you can fit in a van
don’t trust it if it isn’t a scam i walked out the house amped
and told the happy children to scram
might be big in j-pan, who knows?
bitter like a blue nose
cause i can’t buy new clothes with kudos
you can try though
philosophical conscious rap for your mind, hoe!

[[chorus]]
everybody wants a piece of the pie but
their too content sippin’ two percent, chillin’
unwillin’ to walk up to the window sill an’ take a slice
don’t do it, pay the price
x 2

[[verse 2]]
spent the whole week, next to no sleep
i went to splash some cold water on me face but now i’m getting cold feet
regretful as i’m turning the tap
this is fuzzy telly, metal hanger aerial rap
where nothing’s what it seems to be
i have yet to make sense of a single manic episode and i’m on season 3
i’m not sure if i agree with me, have you no decency
grimy when i don’t even mean to be
tweedle dumb choked tweedle dee to death
for a pack of cigarettes some gum and a change of scenery
this year was one big blur
i’m wonderin if this lump in me mouth has always bin there
giro in me hand in the post office queue while ye kids stare
owe me soul to the dole
the boiler broke months ago so i’m puffing dro in the cold
you can see your breath in the flat
i’m freezing, even though me skins burning from an eczema attack
you can only sigh
having dealers off and getting high on me own supply (2005)

[[chorus]]
everybody wants a piece of the pie but
their too content sippin’ two percent, chillin’
unwillin’ to walk up to the window sill an’ take a slice
don’t do it, pay the price
x 2

- lee scott lyrics

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