CAMOUFLAGE MONEY - B-Movie Millionaires, Lee Scott, Black Josh, Sam Zircon: текст песни id 44695417
Bitch I’m spaced in your face but I’m miles away
Must have slipped, took a trip, lost time, found a day
Yey, acting mute unless there’s something foul to say
Tryna find a hypodermic needle in a pile of hay
Making shit happen whilst you stand around a play
What the fuck you on about? Get your wallets out and pay cause
I don’t wanna end up bagging grams of beak lad
I’d rather sag and rap to eat sack
Your responsibility’s smoke the bud before it has a chance to steep
Dab the handkerchief in the chloroform now I’m fast asleep
After counting sheep for about a week
That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away
I’m only next door but I’m miles away
I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
I hear ya talking but I’m miles away
I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away
I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
Rolling J’s outside the shop with Silent Bob after signing on
That ghetto fabulous life you want
That scally with the trackies and the Nikes on
That give a fuck about the system life, that too much drugs in the system type
I’m a ringleader and I whip it right, whip it right, whip it right
On the block like Marky Mark, I’m a fucking Manc and I party hard
I popped a pill and she popped her bra, I’m just playing the field like the
Longest Yard
I’m too cool like Too Hotty, these goons think they’re the new Bobby
You caught a slap, you ain’t caught a body
You’re Tony Montana, I’m in school with a shotty
They put you on a pedestal and gonna take you off properly
Ya say you’re making money and I want a piece of your profit
I’m picking your pocket and nicking your wallet, your ciggies and chronic
See your five pounds down before I make change
That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away
I’m only next door but I’m miles away
I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
I hear ya talking but I’m miles away
I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away
I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away
My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit
My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit
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