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letra de the cat who came for tea - lausse the cat

[intro]
(yo man think someone’s at the door)
(oh it’s a cat, h-llo little cat come in)
(what’s you’re name?)
lausse the cat
(you don’t look too good mate, what’s wrong?)
nothing

[verse 1]
dream dark and heavy whilst my slumber is light
a pillow forms a silhouette of everything that i like
see a happy cat when half a gram of backie is in sight
when i’ve been up for twenty hours trying to figure a track
i need me some structure in life
(what other than some liqueur and s-x?)
well all i have done for a month is produced some puff cigarettes
i’ve been in a rut for a bit
run out of papers to turn
[?] i need some rizlas to burn
simmer and sit for a moment
(mind if i roll up a spliff?)
nah go ahead i got some issues i might stay for a bit
(do you need a box of tissues?)
why do i look like a b-tch?
(no you just look like you’ve been lacking more than booty and tits)
listen i live for liqueur and s-x
pirates and cigarettes
bless you for thinking that some woman to settle with will make me feel better
need no [?] heart from a string
and all the ladies now are pinging there tits off
so i figured i am some

[hook]
old man rambling, drunk man handling life with no bandages
hold tight the squad and the guys i go gambling with
i embarrass myself
{?] sampling sk!lls

[verse 2]
but hey most the time you’ll see me i’ll be listening to trap
with some fine wine, friends and talking to a couple yats
(so you’re fine i guess?)
nah it’s more like [?] the cat
i have been yearning a little more than sitting back relaxed
anyways (what?)
here’s another little thing sitting upon my chest
i done figured that my bars are written when depressed
i [?] picked apart the past {?] where the [?] lay
never been stressed (never been stressed)
yeah i never gave a sh-t
i’ve been late for every single f-cking thing i ever did
i delay the days away till it’s acceptable to drink
no complaining though i aim to live my days with haste and urge
hedonism in the book of what i learnt in living
i figured [?] some glitter
mirror the purge within us
a little dirt for sinners
living in urban litter (wow)
we are all cursed within are demons which curdle innards
(i’ll put the kettle on, you want some tea?)
sorry i’d rather liqueur
‘cus i’m some

[hook]
old man rambling, drunk man handling life with no bandages
hold tight the squad and the guys i go gambling with
i embarrass myself
{?] sampleing sk!lls

[outro]
lausse the cat
(f-ck me mate that’s a bit deep)
(just chill out mate, sit down, sit down)
(have a glass of wine)
(it’s very fine wine man, it’s very fine wine)
(this is the most crackhead thing i’ve seen you do by far)
(muttering and laughter)

- lausse the cat

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