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letra de don't tell me - lee scott

[produced by dirty dike]

[verse 1]
i wipe the ink off me train ticket before it dries
and tell the p-ssengers i don’t want to hear about your boring lives
i want it all jib an allocated portion size
give me a cadillac, fat mansion and forty wives
f-ck b-tches, chop cocaine, snort supplies
on the same rotting table i use to torture flies
i pretend i don’t have a bas-m-nt and ignore the cries
skip breakfast and get p-ssed like normal guys
hoodie’d up on a para cause the walls have eyes
me hand casts a shadow on the paper to obscure the rhymes
disorganized, getting smashed all the time
breaking hour gl-sses and drawing lines
like, cross em’ i leave you traumatized
i stick you up with forks and knives cause you’re telling porky pies
so raise your paws towards the skies
and give me two’s, threes, fours and fives

[bridge]
what’s happening la? nah, don’t tell me
you’re not feeling so healthy
cause it was all going t-ts up
and then i went and got me d-ck sucked
and now i’m laughing again
it’s sound la, i’m laughing again
yea it’s laughing again
it’s sound girl, i can handle your friend
(she can stay too)

[hook]
i’m in the zone, sagging alone, ignore the door and don’t answer the phone
i’m not trying to be bad to the bone, i’m blown, necking valium stoned
meditate till i take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off
you don’t want to face off and neither do i, i leave with a sigh
head in the sky like i’m ready to die, i tell you a lie like i’ve never been high
fly pelican fly and i only drink on days ending in y
meditate till i take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off
you don’t want to face off and neither do i, i leave with a sigh

[verse 2]
i’m starting a digital war and swinging a sword
at your computer as your producer’s cl!cking record
this is a world in which bottled water can win an award
and freedom is a privilege only the rich can afford
and what would caesar think of saracen and jet and them?
i ask the important questions then answer them and guess again
words like god and f-ck followed by knows
i make solid plans but keep me hollow eyes closed
and polish platinum dreams, nothing’s as it seems
hack the trees down and make gossip magazines
f-ck life, chong a joint
call me allan watt’s the point
my philosophy is it wasn’t me, i walk in a scoff your feast
like i’m not settling for one a piece la
was it something i said? they told us it’d rain but now it’s sunny instead
(cause i) plucked the clouds out the sky and stashed them under me bed

- lee scott

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