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letra de adhd concerto 77 side b - nobodies home

[lee scott]
bad intentions, full of apprehensions
so excited looking at my stamp collection
mind f-ck with no protection, i like it raw
there’s nothing worth fighting for
so what you fighting for?
for nothing, see side a and have a v nice day
i’m looking in the mirror as i go blind
as you’re looking at your phone, but i don’t mind

[sniff]
fool proof cuba libre
shoot h then i shoot the dealer
piffin’ on the cuban reefer
i sip ciroc in the club
me and lee – modern day crockett and tubbs
i’m popular still, might pocket your drugs
mob in the club
pay five-oh, so no lockin’ me up
girl let me get to know ya
jet over in the ’86 testarossa
[lee scott]
hair sl!cked back and a white suit for the club
you’d be surrounded by twenty dimes too if you could
too much yay for the scale
sippin’ a c-cktail on an inflatable whale
board shorts on feelin’ waved in a sea of jade
bang a powder on the table like meal made
checkin’ my reflection in a steel blade
’round here the sun sets with a purple and teal shade

[hook]
sl!ck individuals
robin hood criminals
smooth talkin’ hustlers
unf-ckwithables
sl!ck individuals
robin hood criminals
smooth talkin’ hustlers
unf-ckwithables

[lee scott]
are you finished?
is life no longer what you’re looking for?
worry not citizens!
facehook!
sign up now and receive a lifetime supply of
ha-ha-ha
k!ll yourself
k!ll yourself and each other
k!ll yourself
ha-ha-ha
k!ll yourself and each other
k!ll yourself
k!ll yourself and each other
k!ll yourself
ha-ha-ha
k!ll yourself and each other
[lee scott]
this one goes out… to stacy keibler
i chop drums and daydream the number eighteen
and occupy the sp-ce between making cream with the team
and living on bread
i’m sick in the head
credit card scams or uber money to [?] green
i’m deeper than a demi moore doin’ pottery with patrick swayze scene
i’m an ancient meme
i disintegrate your beamer with a mesopotamian laser beam
then i bounce like i’m out, night
in the morning a tribe called ring! – that’s your sister callin’
the hit single – can i kick the walls in?
know he did it anyway though
will never lay low
i sell my halo and let the brains blow
you’ll never be the man
it’s simple like white bread, cheddar cheese and ham
surveillance team are too shook to ever leave the van
i set the scene ran
wrote some gangster sh-t and went to see my nan
to get a tan in tenerife’s the plan
complete savagery, i neck the beck’s and eat the can
i’m stone cold on steds, on steds
with a knee brace on my head
[lee scott]
did you know?
how did you know?
i started from the bottom, now i’m dipped in ‘lo
i’m high as h-ll but i’m still as low
did you know?
how did you know?
i started from the bottom, now i’m dipped in ‘lo
i’m high as h-ll but i’m still as low

[sniff]
jimmy snooker off the top buckle
swashbuckle
land yourself in hot trouble for a lot less
i’m a hot mess
hair ridden dog fresh
obsessive when i bless it though
i don’t know i just guess, yo
let’s get it homie
extra cheese with my pepperoni
these b-tches wanna get to know me
h-lla phony
if you need me telephone me
slowly does it, no t–th when she suck it
love heart emoji move
you said no one crush it like the homie do
what came over you?
that was me
two pump squirt, now i’m duckin’ in her dungarees
coughin’ up a lung disease, please
i’m like f-ck your dreams
we run the scene
talkin’ to me, better front defeat

[lee scott]
did you know?
how did you know?
i started from the bottom, now i’m dipped in ‘lo
i’m high as h-ll but i’m still as low
did you know?
how did you know?
i started from the bottom, now i’m dipped in ‘lo
i’m high as h-ll but i’m still as low

[black josh]
i’m drunk, i backed a jack daniels
whiskey out this kitchen and get lit – wax candles
my air max mangled from road runnin’ all day
up and down the stairs l!ckin’ shots in the hallway
reminiscin’ to the poor days
me and jordan jumpin’ [?] late for the court case
get the picture like a portrait
616 linkin’ up gettin’ more chains

[lee scott]
put the guns down, get the books out and teach
let me extend an olive branch, but just out your reach
just because i say you’re kinda whack doesn’t make it true
it makes a scientific fact, now go and make a boo for your ‘ma
all my mates could’ve been footie players
if they didn’t start snortin’ beak and eatin’ munch from [?]
now the disappointment’s intertwined in my mind
in my prim woodstock ’69

[sniff]
drunk scumbag, without thinkin’ it
anyone stunts on slummy, we’re swingin’ it
these b-tches hooked, i ain’t singin’ it
pimp limp olympics, and i’m winnin’ it
[?], still tippin’ like i’m paul wall
used to sell snow out the four door volkswagen polo
[?]
‘lo to the toe, like my ralphie socks

[salar]
s a g
i make your clique’s best mc bend the knee
tributes in levees get sent to me
on the monthly
popped your mummy somewhere proper sunny
could’ve took your girl, but it’s not as funny
i’m on that jah sh-t
that mike tys’ malik shabazz sh-t
that vino shiraz sh-t
i got the cargo
i had to pass the embargo
they was like where did salar go
i’m with your ma in the [?]
i am a d-ck and a c-nt and an assh0l-

[sniff]
tell me i’m a c-nt i respond thanks
i’m not under nothin’ life’s a stop gap
you’re gassin’ like the nozzle of a nos cap
in your crib ballied up like where the box at
red light, snow, beach or ox fam
bossman, down the lot [?] the consequences
oh i forgot to mention
your name i forgot to mention
i’m not pretendin’
at the top had a dream, but forgot the endin’
but i’m sure it was happy like
back in line
k!ll a pig and slap him back to life, b-st-rdize
always had the b-st-rd eyes
i like milk green top pasteurized
no time to mind how you pass your time
i couldn’t give two f-cks about the facts of life
i’m the antichrist
k!llin’ time like hang me twice
third time lucky ‘cus i planned to die
it’s behind you like a pantomime
pull up, back to a standard guy
i’m so random, hi

[lee scott]
you tell me i’m an assh0l-
no way, you don’t say
i’m just out here survivin’ like an old stray
leave me alone
i’m dumb jolly when i speak on the phone
like f the neighbours’ sleep
the window’s wide open when we make a beat
dusty like a tube train ventilator
blind bangin’ on drum pads next to my doomsday detonator
sippin’ gin with still orange
dress like an early eighties phil collins
as ill as al
in soho house chillin’ but i’m still a [?]
how do i have it all figured out?
i been about
in the house
a council can’t kick us out
no matter how hard they try
excuse me while i shoulder barge the sky out my way
and grate the moon onto a slice of extra thick [?]
sl!ck in his court clothes
let me begin
i’m a gold medalist in whatever i’m meddlin’ in

that’s the end
you gotta stop now
you gotta stop
end of the tape
just say sweg and bail
sweg!

- nobodies home

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