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letra de actin' up - casisdead

[verse 1: casisdead]
yeah, yeah, i yanked the handbrake and stepped out
the sound of kate’s voice fades into the background
my status, one of the greats
my stats, maxed out
smokin’ my pack loud, knock man like pacquiao
they sell an eighth and start rappin’ ’bout the trap house
they passed through like one time, they ain’t even sat down
coke-white whip and the insides are smack-brown
but wax made the bonnet look blue, can make out clouds
i’m across town came to see this vintage california drop
geezer sellin’ cheap, i almost lost out
hopefully he’ll drop the cost, got sixty grand cash in my lacoste mac, a rack almost dropped out
meant to meet me by the clock tower
clocked a beanie, bright red dress feelin’ c-cky shot my shot at her
hands on my grandad’s watch pointed to him bein’ late
asked if she fancied a coffee quick while i wait

[chorus: casisdead & desire]
and here i go again, i’m actin’ up
always slippin’ out, the sh-t ain’t addin’ up
sidetracked by a little bit of sun
the first bit of skirt i see, i’m in love
here i go again, i’m actin’ up
hope you’re naughty, ’cause you know i love a sl-t
yeah i’m sorry, babe, i told you i was scum
the good girls ain’t any fun
[verse 2: casisdead]
yeah, barista placed the large latte on the table, post haste
she leans in close, has a taste
fl!cked back her flame-red hair
as she glanced with those icy-blue eyes i swear i never stood a chance
tellin’ me the coffee’s so much better back in france
on the champs-élysées the people sit and sip with class
eyebrows furrowed as i quaff out of my glass
thinkin’ that this bird she don’t half talk out of her -rs-
and then i started to notice all the flaws in her accent
after some eye contact, clocked she got contacts in
i suspect that’s a wig, who cares, them titties big
she’d invited me to chip and hit her hotel for a bit
the car guy didn’t show up, so why not?
hands creepin’ up her dress, i couldn’t wait to take it off
as we entered the room, locked the door, slapped her bum
out the toilet walked this big guy with a big gun, f-ck

[chorus: casisdead & desire, desire]
and here i go again, i’m actin’ up
always slippin’ out, the sh-t ain’t addin’ up
sidetracked by a little bit of sun
the first bit of skirt i see, i’m in love
here i go again, i’m actin’ up
hope you’re naughty, ’cause you know i love a sl-t
yeah i’m sorry, babe, i told you i was scum
the good girls ain’t any fun
and here i go again, i’m actin’ up
always slippin’ out, the sh-t ain’t addin’ up
sidetracked by a little bit of sun
first bit of skirt i see, i’m in love
here i go again, i’m actin’ up
hope you’re naughty, ’cause you know i love a sl-t
yeah i’m sorry, babe, i told you i was scum
the good girls ain’t any fun

- casisdead

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