Gonnodeer
You're spilling out the frame
I swear it's deja vu again
I've started to see your end
It's time for a grizzly blend
Conceited throne, where you sit all alone
The air is black, the crown will mould
Conceited throne, where you sit all alone
The air is black, the crown will mould
You're spilling out the frame
I swear it's deja vu again
I've started to see your end
It's time for a grizzly blend
We've got a bone to pick
From your skeleton
You've been a prick
So now you're venison
You're venison
Hold my throne
If it wasn't for the money
We'd all be rich
Yet here we are
Squabbling in a ditch
If it wasn't for the money
We'd all be rich
If it wasn't for the money
We'd all be rich
Yet here we are
Squabbling in a ditch
You're spilling out the frame
I swear it's deja vu again
I've started to see your end
It's time for a grizzly blend
Conceited throne, where you sit all alone
The air is black, the crown will mould
Step off your throne
Bow down to us
Step off your throne
Bow down to us
Can't see both sides of a coin
It's a forgery
And its value is blunt
If it wasn't for the money
We'd all be rich
Conceited throne
Where you sit all alone
Can't see both sides of a coin
It's blunt, it's blunt
And you, you are a cunt
I swear it's deja vu again
I've started to see your end
It's time for a grizzly blend
Conceited throne, where you sit all alone
The air is black, the crown will mould
Conceited throne, where you sit all alone
The air is black, the crown will mould
You're spilling out the frame
I swear it's deja vu again
I've started to see your end
It's time for a grizzly blend
We've got a bone to pick
From your skeleton
You've been a prick
So now you're venison
You're venison
Hold my throne
If it wasn't for the money
We'd all be rich
Yet here we are
Squabbling in a ditch
If it wasn't for the money
We'd all be rich
If it wasn't for the money
We'd all be rich
Yet here we are
Squabbling in a ditch
You're spilling out the frame
I swear it's deja vu again
I've started to see your end
It's time for a grizzly blend
Conceited throne, where you sit all alone
The air is black, the crown will mould
Step off your throne
Bow down to us
Step off your throne
Bow down to us
Can't see both sides of a coin
It's a forgery
And its value is blunt
If it wasn't for the money
We'd all be rich
Conceited throne
Where you sit all alone
Can't see both sides of a coin
It's blunt, it's blunt
And you, you are a cunt
Credits
Writer(s): Ben Wiggins, Joe Jones, Matt Burrell
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