Aussie Accents
Aussie accents kinda different
But realness is understood
We don't say molly or mandy
We say cap, pinga or goog
When I'm back home in Adelaide
Our local slang it's all backwards
We say somethings bad real
But that doesn't mean bad that means good
Not gonna explain it all, i choose the bits
To use or lay in a rhyme
Like it or lump it, like a brain tumour
I usually stay on your mind
Flirt with girls in mini skirts
All that gang shit, not about that
Like a perky rack
When I take an l, I bounce back
Bad bitches & a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech so
Why you talking bout drip?
I seen them girls you wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski mask in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
May seem nice but I'm mean
Ain't much i like inside the scene
I find this rapping shit too easy
So usually, I try to sing
Turned myself into icon
Still ain't reached my final peak
I ain't thought about them in ages
But they can't let their bygones be
Back in the day i broke in windows to buy endones
Numbing the pain
I been down so low, so one thing that I know
There's always a way
Make my music all night long my neighbours are fans
They never complain
They say I been influential
But i won't be taking that blame
Bought a crib at 24, bout 20 tours
And I'm then some more
I tell the truth whenever i talk
Without fake stories about any wars
Never been to a fashion week
I never been to the fendi store
Can you smell that Marc Jacobs heaven
Everybody's in the car and they yellin
Bad bitches & a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech so
Why you talking bout drip?
I seen them girls you wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski mask in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
Bad bitches & a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech so
Why you talking bout drip?
I seen them girls you wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski mask in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
But realness is understood
We don't say molly or mandy
We say cap, pinga or goog
When I'm back home in Adelaide
Our local slang it's all backwards
We say somethings bad real
But that doesn't mean bad that means good
Not gonna explain it all, i choose the bits
To use or lay in a rhyme
Like it or lump it, like a brain tumour
I usually stay on your mind
Flirt with girls in mini skirts
All that gang shit, not about that
Like a perky rack
When I take an l, I bounce back
Bad bitches & a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech so
Why you talking bout drip?
I seen them girls you wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski mask in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
May seem nice but I'm mean
Ain't much i like inside the scene
I find this rapping shit too easy
So usually, I try to sing
Turned myself into icon
Still ain't reached my final peak
I ain't thought about them in ages
But they can't let their bygones be
Back in the day i broke in windows to buy endones
Numbing the pain
I been down so low, so one thing that I know
There's always a way
Make my music all night long my neighbours are fans
They never complain
They say I been influential
But i won't be taking that blame
Bought a crib at 24, bout 20 tours
And I'm then some more
I tell the truth whenever i talk
Without fake stories about any wars
Never been to a fashion week
I never been to the fendi store
Can you smell that Marc Jacobs heaven
Everybody's in the car and they yellin
Bad bitches & a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech so
Why you talking bout drip?
I seen them girls you wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski mask in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
Bad bitches & a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech so
Why you talking bout drip?
I seen them girls you wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski mask in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
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Writer(s): Dominik Wirsching, Tomas Gaynor
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