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pseudo lucid - serious business lyrics

yo it’s pseudo lucid, intruding up in your bedroom
ruin all your music, use your computer for redtube
looting up your studio ‘till we’re woozy and then puke
up mom’s spaghetti in your best, new, high+tech booth

p s e to the u d o
lucid exclusive, who wanna know
we beef with ourselves to excel at the sk!ll
so we chill in a cell with a tune ‘till it’s dope

p to the s to the e u d o
smashing the scene like a pack of doritos
passion for beats and a knack for elite flows
dad bod swag, looking fab in my speedos

the baggage that i carry gets heavy and i haven’t slept
battle with the devil as i balance on a daggers edge
everything is menacing, depressing and a massive stress
ahhh you’re so d+mn dramatic, az, have a rest

f+ck it, not an ounce of a sh+t to give
floundering with my d+ck out like a little kid
down all your p+ss then hit town with ya little sis
stay out ‘till i think i’ll slip and drown in my stinky sick

stacked to the tits with invincible raps
assassins equipped with the gift of the gab
smacking a b+tch, quicker than flash, having a hit of the crack
you can attack up the front, hurry it up, i’m gonna cover the back
i’ve always got my foot in my mouth and once it’s in, no pulling it out
a hooligan down for fooling around with your women so lock em up all in the house
got that smooth, james brown, barry white soul in my sound
holding it down, broke, with my phone plugged in the wall at the plough

blaw, blaw, blaw, shot down by the jäger
brace for a round of our rowdy behavior
might take your lighter, might wake your neighbor
might bake a pastry pie with nice flavors

whose car is this? we needa make it to the bar
wait, did that say luna park? luna park?
we’re in melbourne, what the f+ck?… you drove too far
well i’d probably drive better if you stopped blazing in my car

don’t do drugs when you’re driving to the bar
that’s what you sound like
buddy i don’t do drugs when you’re driving to the bar
yeah well now at least i know, i know, don’t i

we’re fatter than a mack truck, the bees knees, the cars c+nt
two chaps coming straight out of tas with a strap tucked
well… at least i know a dude who has a bread knife
(i’ve got a bread knife)… move or get your bread sliced!

a to the z to the r a e l
l to the a to the c h y
he’s acing a test and he’s making a beat
while i’m baked and depressed but i’m, like, street wise?
a to the z to the r a e l
f to the u to the s i o n
best tell a mate and a stranger as well
that we’re able to spell and we rhyme heaps nice

d+mn right, yo i learnt the alphabet
can spell for days, don’t need spellchecks help with it
the big swinging d+ck, got a h+lla healthy rep
the alpha in alphabet, smell my sh+t
un, i’m dope as f+ck you can ask my mum
you b+st+rd c+nts can hardly judge the sheer amount of bars i’ve brung
my tolerance is low but if you pass the blunt i’ll spark it up
take half a puff and barf my guts up fast as f+ck and scarper off

massive impressive when i’m passive aggressive
possessive fascist with an ever+present glamorous presence
at any second i could vanish in flash of manic depressive
panic so pack a xanax when i rap and forget it

this sh+t is serious! serious business
oh so serious business

- pseudo lucid lyrics

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