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letra de nobody - at peace

ever seen a bigger fool than me…

[lui tuiasau] they say i’m nothing but a bus catching, too much but sassing, drunken car crashin bad habit having
procrastinating trash talk pants falling off his ass, border light living higher like the street lamps
revamping old dams trying to get his beats blasting, not enough to wake up the outback when he’s rapping in his room by himself
lying in the sun on sunny days, never had a job acting like a fob, never paid
used to hit like taylor mades, now he’s ripping isaac k’s records that he raxed from his dad the other day
selling old jays on trademe, music like (oh play me?) but maybe he should stop acting like a baby and start saving
but he still ain’t got no licеnse, but i bet he’s been high sincе like two days for the last time when we tried to remind him
but f-ck nevermind him, who knows where his mind is, probably chillin under a palm tree on some island
still lying to his missus saying he isn’t on the p-ss when he is just, too scared to admit it like a kid is
that dude never listens still smoking in the kitchen he’s a sh-t talking, tit gawking, (head forcing?), p-ss poor…

n0body!
sniffing up with his nose, snotty!
spotting up on the stove, dodgy!
lining up at the door, lobby!
in an old swanny, he’s a n0body!
unemployed like, no jobby!
and he just dropped both, lollies!
but don’t worry, he’s a n0body!

[tom scott] they say he’s nothing but a good for nothing, soul sucking doll bludgen alcohol guzzling
still drive and drink a whole dozen, no chuckin head rushin on the jet bus and trying to get to the eject b-tton
regret nothing living by design flying high, writing rhymes in his own (store like a sty?), terrified of time scared to die trying to lie
never been a 9 to 5er, kinda like a street fighter hyper type of guy
gotta buy his own map, lost but won’t panic, trying to find a road back, to his home planet
dope rapping dope addict, broke like his old man is, still hanging out with dudes that look like their from moe’s tavern
old fashion old clothes having, grown bloke rapping holding on to his dream, that won’t happen
no accident he’s one of them, someone who pulls f-gs n son of a douchebag whose mum is a booze hag
the only white kid in a neighbourhood, that boney bright kid whose trying to find the only nice kid to pick a fight with
no job with a coke hobby, just a dumb, blazed, unshaved, rum straight drinking, stinking…
n0body!
jandals on at the show, fobby!
dorked up like he knows, bobby!
not drunk then he’s stoned, probably!
ain’t no funds, he’s a n0body!
mates old lady said, don’t rob me!
and he just drunk a whole johnny!
but don’t worry, he’s a n0body!

[lucky lance] see i’m a lost dogs baby, haters down
family, standing in the winz line, smelling of every
very high looking young lad with the gut to match, a goatie crooked twilight t–th and a moustache
still charming with the ladies, a good looking lady appreciate of a haters love, big baby making
a partaker of many parties, drinking games title holder ceebs still holding beer
scare anthems, we’re the parents nightmare, cheapest beer best custy, $9.50 red brown paper bag rustling
i’m an every day i’m hustling, having my missus do everything while i do nothing
rapper slash actor, (cover up the scars artist?) with a degree in the last laugh
master of disguise with the same get-up every time, and you wear a cap (baron?), soul searching, pain bearing, fearing only god, lonely in the park, drunken nothing to n0body!

- at peace

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