Life
These words i write is like blood out my fuckin veins
Leaking out my life force but it keep me sane
Always been the one to analyse and walk the road
Lived a lotta joints man Samurai code
Blank spots in the memory the whisky did it
Trying to impregnate the world heavy lidded
Melbourne is my home, where rodents get their cover blown
It's often shown... fuck 'em
Wandering them cold blocks my beheld views
Of many people who didn't have a choice to choose
So don't say to me that everything is butter here
There's drugs, criminals, court cases and warfare
Shut ya beak budgerigar, you want to be in music strum a guitar
You aint ready for the bars you're a wannabe star
My emblem is a dire wolf like House Stark, ya peasant arse...
Life, city of all sins
Gritty in all skins, divvy's are called in
Life, colours of all kins
Hell's burn the singe, brother the cash wins...
Life, city of all sins
Gritty in all skins, divvy's are called in
Life, colours of all kins
Hell's burn the singe, brother the cash wins...
I'm a genuine person say what i like very little fear
Talking that hype my droog you might get left with a little souvenir
Due to the snapped patience, rap voodoo Haitian
You call that entertainment be silent like Jason
I remember nights pacing
Wild thoughts with my mind on safari
You call them rhymes? what?
You biters aint half of me
You aint heard nothing like the life in my pages
This aint brag rap or saying i'm the hardest
It's deadly contagious, to sever the haters
Internet gangsters you cunts are the lamest
Twisting the bottle tops i lurk in the smokey dens
Known a lot of bad eggs and abandoned hens
Every side of the city where my villains at
North south east west Melbourne's on the map...
Life, city of all sins
Gritty in all skins, divvy's are called in
Life, colours of all kins
Hell's burn the singe, brother the cash wins...
Life, city of all sins
Gritty in all skins, divvy's are called in
Life, colours of all kins
Hell's burn the singe, brother the cash wins...
Leaking out my life force but it keep me sane
Always been the one to analyse and walk the road
Lived a lotta joints man Samurai code
Blank spots in the memory the whisky did it
Trying to impregnate the world heavy lidded
Melbourne is my home, where rodents get their cover blown
It's often shown... fuck 'em
Wandering them cold blocks my beheld views
Of many people who didn't have a choice to choose
So don't say to me that everything is butter here
There's drugs, criminals, court cases and warfare
Shut ya beak budgerigar, you want to be in music strum a guitar
You aint ready for the bars you're a wannabe star
My emblem is a dire wolf like House Stark, ya peasant arse...
Life, city of all sins
Gritty in all skins, divvy's are called in
Life, colours of all kins
Hell's burn the singe, brother the cash wins...
Life, city of all sins
Gritty in all skins, divvy's are called in
Life, colours of all kins
Hell's burn the singe, brother the cash wins...
I'm a genuine person say what i like very little fear
Talking that hype my droog you might get left with a little souvenir
Due to the snapped patience, rap voodoo Haitian
You call that entertainment be silent like Jason
I remember nights pacing
Wild thoughts with my mind on safari
You call them rhymes? what?
You biters aint half of me
You aint heard nothing like the life in my pages
This aint brag rap or saying i'm the hardest
It's deadly contagious, to sever the haters
Internet gangsters you cunts are the lamest
Twisting the bottle tops i lurk in the smokey dens
Known a lot of bad eggs and abandoned hens
Every side of the city where my villains at
North south east west Melbourne's on the map...
Life, city of all sins
Gritty in all skins, divvy's are called in
Life, colours of all kins
Hell's burn the singe, brother the cash wins...
Life, city of all sins
Gritty in all skins, divvy's are called in
Life, colours of all kins
Hell's burn the singe, brother the cash wins...
Credits
Writer(s): Kelvin Grant, Reuben Smith
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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