Spicy Feli
(oh sorry Mama)
Haha, Okay
I'll have a spicy feli
Man I'm so hungray
I'm going to steal the keys of Baron Erlanger
I'm in the Marsa Tunis for a chic soirée
Spinning her titties with Gin
On my CV, Deejay
Spent time at the gym
Now plastic limbs, Woody's body
I'm a match for her smoking yoga butt booty (Dize Dize)
Lit up my fingers in her wet fanny
Gentleman from Paris spitting on a bag Louis Vee
In the Red Light District, high on the White Widow
Soldier needa fight the vice like a G.I Joe
Or head to Miami Vice, I see, I see, I see
You might see me
Bound to make some beats, give me the gold yo
No to conventions, I'm no rep, no demo
Stacks of demos ready for Distrokid
Dize never dreamt of this back when he was a kid
Catcher in the Rye
Now on the other side, Kiss
Catcher in the Rye, (Rye, Rye)
Now on the other side, MIss
Composing with the window open to air my mind
Jersey on, beat freezes
Oh My
Pour myself a glass of vodka cranberry
French British brothers, but I got no faux amis
Solitary years subsidized by the family
Trying to stay away those living off mummy and daddy (no)
I'm serious, I don't feel like Rainman anymore
Not 17, time to hit harder than Rimbaud (non non)
No cream to eat Steve's apple baby (apple baby)
Do the job with my 2010 PC, Cheese, macaroni
Happy picture, smile and scream cheese
Complex life, simple aim, simple needs
Blank A4 banking on the next day
Lived it before, time wasted don't pay
Know the industry's a game owned by artifice
Light up a joint in the sky, forget this artpiss
Many allergies, truth makes me sneeze
Many subtleties, tree of life is a tease
Dying leaves freeing space for future babies
Newly born, never kill their parent memories
Today was a bad day, throw some cubes in my gin
Hurray
Back to the spirit I found in Berlin
I heard an interview where the man said
You're just a face
Amongst the faces
You'll disappear once you reach an oasis
It's just a phase
I'm defaced
Shit faced
Head in a basin (ouh ouiii)
Shit so many faces around me
Oh
She's mad at me for all the shit that I've done
Oh putain, faut que je me casse, merde, nan
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Nooo
Haha, Okay
I'll have a spicy feli
Man I'm so hungray
I'm going to steal the keys of Baron Erlanger
I'm in the Marsa Tunis for a chic soirée
Spinning her titties with Gin
On my CV, Deejay
Spent time at the gym
Now plastic limbs, Woody's body
I'm a match for her smoking yoga butt booty (Dize Dize)
Lit up my fingers in her wet fanny
Gentleman from Paris spitting on a bag Louis Vee
In the Red Light District, high on the White Widow
Soldier needa fight the vice like a G.I Joe
Or head to Miami Vice, I see, I see, I see
You might see me
Bound to make some beats, give me the gold yo
No to conventions, I'm no rep, no demo
Stacks of demos ready for Distrokid
Dize never dreamt of this back when he was a kid
Catcher in the Rye
Now on the other side, Kiss
Catcher in the Rye, (Rye, Rye)
Now on the other side, MIss
Composing with the window open to air my mind
Jersey on, beat freezes
Oh My
Pour myself a glass of vodka cranberry
French British brothers, but I got no faux amis
Solitary years subsidized by the family
Trying to stay away those living off mummy and daddy (no)
I'm serious, I don't feel like Rainman anymore
Not 17, time to hit harder than Rimbaud (non non)
No cream to eat Steve's apple baby (apple baby)
Do the job with my 2010 PC, Cheese, macaroni
Happy picture, smile and scream cheese
Complex life, simple aim, simple needs
Blank A4 banking on the next day
Lived it before, time wasted don't pay
Know the industry's a game owned by artifice
Light up a joint in the sky, forget this artpiss
Many allergies, truth makes me sneeze
Many subtleties, tree of life is a tease
Dying leaves freeing space for future babies
Newly born, never kill their parent memories
Today was a bad day, throw some cubes in my gin
Hurray
Back to the spirit I found in Berlin
I heard an interview where the man said
You're just a face
Amongst the faces
You'll disappear once you reach an oasis
It's just a phase
I'm defaced
Shit faced
Head in a basin (ouh ouiii)
Shit so many faces around me
Oh
She's mad at me for all the shit that I've done
Oh putain, faut que je me casse, merde, nan
Fuck, fuck, fuck
Nooo
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Writer(s): Paul Cling
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