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wee goose - another day in belfast lyrics

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[intro]
in case you haven’t got the message already, this is a third rap song we’ve written about belfast
wee goose, take it away

[chorus]
just another day in belfast, just another day in the life (no sweat)
all my mates take gear and sell grass, everyone i know has a knife (dead on)
just another day in belfast, the rumours that you’ve heard are all true (oh aye)
it’s the city where the shotgun sh+lls blast, word to my man jun tzu

[verse 1] [wee goose]
my da got his knees done, back in the troubles
now he’s on the dole and he’s doing the double
which means he gets paid loads of cash from the brew
but he has a steady job where he gets paid too
he’s rolling in money, he’s cashing the checks
f+ck sake da, will you wind in your neck?
i wish he’d wise up, and act his age
‘cus if the brew find out he’ll be on minimum wage!

i went out last night, and now i’m f+cking scundered
i owe my ma a tenner and my dealer a hundred
i got myself a big bag of gear on tick
i didn’t have the money but i needed it quick
i need to go to church and repent for my sins
i sniffed a whole gram and drank a bottle of gin
i was slurring my words like i was speaking in hindi
and now my dealer says he’s gonna come and do my windies!
i had a lot of fun but now i feel cr+p
and i don’t have the funds to settle my scr+p
if you get gear on tick then heed this advice
one way or another you’ll be paying the price

[chorus]
just another day in belfast, just another day in the life (no sweat)
all my mates take gear and sell grass, everyone i know has a knife (dead on)
just another day in belfast, the rumours that you’ve heard are all true (oh aye)
it’s the city where the shotgun sh+lls blast, word to my man jun tzu

[verse 2] [wee goose]
dan has a civic with a vtec engine
he got it after robbing loads of grannies for their pension
it has a subwoofer sound system in the boot
he’s trying to compensate for the size of his flute
he’s gonna pick me up, he says he’s en route
he loves sniffing toots on his daily commute
he loves doing donuts, and blasting the tunes
he’s picking me up, and he’ll be here soon

the car’s too fast, i know he can’t control it
f+ck sake dan, just drive it like you stole it
i look to my right and i notice the cops
they’re flashing their lights, and they want us to stop
we’ve been on it all day so we’re far from sober
and there’s no f+cking way that we’re gonna pull over
we split from the car and we scatter like flies
screaming, “run like f+ck! it’s the psni!”
[chorus]
just another day in belfast, just another day in the life (no sweat)
all my mates take gear and sell grass, everyone i know has a knife (dead on)
just another day in belfast, the rumours that you’ve heard are all true (oh aye)
it’s the city where the shotgun sh+lls blast, word to my man jun tzu

[verse 3] [wee goose]
you should see our ciaran, he doesn’t have a clue
he spends all day sniffing bags of glue
he went into work steaming so they gave him the sack
but now he says he’s gonna try to clean up his act
he bought a new suit and it fits like a glove
but he still has a face only a ma would love
no more taking gear, or going on the swall
no more getting lit with all of his pals

he used to spend every single day getting wired
but he’s been well behaved since the day he got fired
he’s been hunting for a job, but he can’t get hired
it seems like he doesn’t have the sk!lls required
so if you’re an employer and you’re hearing this song
you should hire our ciaran, he can do no wrong
he’s running out of cash, he needs it really bad
he has no sk!lls, but he’s still a good lad

so give him the job, ‘cus his craic is top shelf
f+ck sake ciaran, will you tell them yourself?
[verse 4] [ciaran bittles]
i won’t work hard, and i’ll probably be late
but when i do show up my craic will be great
i’ve years experience as a professional melter
cheers wee goose for letting us rap in your belter

my ex is f+cking raging all the money i snort
“you should be paying your child support”
she’s just as bad took 60 grand from the till
but she was bucking the boss so she got off true bill

ugh, i don’t want a job, i can’t be bothered my hole
but i just don’t like the sound of life on the dole

[chorus]
just another day in belfast, just another day in the life (no sweat)
all my mates take gear and sell grass, everyone i know has a knife (dead on)
just another day in belfast, the rumours that you’ve heard are all true (oh aye)
it’s the city where the shotgun sh+lls blast, word to my man jun tzu



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