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milo, nocando & busdriver - manchester lyrics

[hook 1: milo] x2
i don’t give a f-ck about you or your rapper friends
i know i wasn’t asking them to lend an ear the end is near

[verse 1: milo]
i have been a scuba diver
trystero, muted h-rn
rusty tuba supplier
nubile, nubian
a continental true macgyver
loose screw night driver
i’ve been reading cl-ssified sections of the newspaper
i’m burdened by a new labour
spoke in a hush, a hurried marxist soothsayer
who’s fumbling with the multi-digit p-ssword
i still call my dad ‘sir’
i made a shrine out of bamboo plants
a d-mn fool at first glance
will spam you at first chance
i’m wondering who will be the bigger man
staring at my proud n-gga hands i remember
we were eating daffodils
and it seized my gut like laughter pills
the time between before and after k!lls

[hook 2: busdriver]
i know, i know you want to tell me about your crew
and all the things you do, none of which i think are true
i know, i know you want to tell me all about you
but all i really wanna say is

[hook 1] x2

[verse 2: nocando]
i’ve had one h-ll of a life
i got two sides to the brain
i got three beautiful baby girls
and i’ve had four minutes of fame
if i had five mics in the source way back in 1998
i’d trade them to get my wife the divorce that she always wanted
yea, that’d be great
quick question – can you get day old angel tears to come in a six pack?
cause it’s heaven, while i’m inquisitive ask, where my n-ggas is at?
where my n-ggas is at?
ay yo, seven shots of jamo can fit in this gl-ss but i’m bigger than that
i pour some for my dad and his ignorant -ss
and make it six and a half with all the cigarette ash
it’s like, 8 mm just hanging from the filter
i envy that square because a filter is what i’d k!ll for
see this n-gga pulled a nine on me
that was my tenth hater
i had eleven minutes of fame that i was planning to spend later
in 2012 i was a rap – rapper, rapper for rappers
2013 i’m a man that stands before you battered, tattered and fractured
no cast, like some half–ss absent band of actors
no cl-ss, like a dropout
no br-ss, that’s a cop-out
yea i’m colder than a wh0r-‘s heart in a brothel in downtown moscow
you see, life’s a b-tch and clichés are comforting like your mom’s house
so, f-ck the world with a lambskin condom on
i don’t relate to rappers with they has-been problems dog
i’m a n-gga from the future with a warped sense of reality
the f-ck i used to give suffers from dwarfism, babality
maybe it’s me, maybe it’s your b-n-lity
i don’t really know, so why try to explain?

[hook 2]
[hook 1] x2

- milo nocando busdriver lyrics

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