Lyrics by Allowed Noise. Produced, mixed and mastered by Ben Holmes for Esidarap/Hit Or Miss Mixing and Mastering. Recorded at BCCB.
lyrics
(Hannah)
Okay bitch
The fuck did you just say to me?
Don't make me come over and slap that fuckin smirk off your face
nasty ass cunt!
(Pick Up)
Shit....
(Hook)
Buy me a drink
cause I don't want to think too deeply, deeply
I came to hang with my friends
So lighten up
The end ain't coming soon
Boys take it easy, easy
Believe me, you're not the only one
(Pick Up)
Yeah, my best kicks on, t-shirt fresh as hell
Breath mints in my left pocket smilin gentleman style
do whatever it might take to bring your feminine out
from heavy set to light weight, i regulate them females
like Warren Griffen the third
I'm slick when I spit these words
if your husband come around then i'mma flip him the bird
got no twitch in my nerves except when i hit the herbs
and begin thinkin' way too deeply bout this prison called earth
but that's a whole nother topic, just came to rock shit
Til my lungs run out of oxygen like big, pun, and pac did
a simple punk ass pothead
Afflicted with a bug that rots in
His soul, if god's my co-pilot
who the fucks hijacked the cockpit
my flow is heroine, yours is knock off suboxon
If you wanna catch a buzz then up your lyrical content
with all i fear and loathe I'll prolly go out like Hunter S Thompson
Bullet hole in my skull from being fully fed up with nonsense
Eons beyond like half my peers, hey the fact is clear
when it comes to rap way past my years
Raise your hand up in the atmosphere
came with Hannah and the man in the beard
with a bad attitude and a massive pair
Crafts intact, fuck the crap that you hear
If you cant understand clear the wax from your ear
(Hook repeat)
(Pick Up)
How come none of this make sense
losing friends, its a mystery
People die left and right, why you gotta do this to me Lord
Its hard when death is knocking, much harder when he get through the door
To drag your homie's corpse out from your life, forever seen no more
Best be ready for
Judgement day but what to make
of this crumbling world, is it luck or fate
That I'm I out of now god what's at steak
when priests butt fuck, imams preach hate
My thoughts been deep since my younger days
If they keep it up, i might be next on the Free Press' next front page
(Ben Homes)
Pro I be walking around living below my means
with my headphones on mute
More work, what don't I need
Scatterbrain castaway black sheep lacerating tracks I make
masturbating just to pass the day
Living in my frontal lobe
running and nobody knows
when it comes and goes
whether I'm in bummy clothes
or fresher than a Christmas eve service with the parents
Extenuating a facade, embarrassed and careless
(Pick Up)
Like I don't give a fuck
Second rate is how I live in this land established on lies
Where the truth can't be defined half the time but still gets radicalized
Religions gets sabotaged, politicians sit back and plot
While combatants die over what!
(Ben Holmes)
That's because life doesn't play fair
as we watch em wave their white flags in the air
F___ a state stair
Scientific with my rhyming business
Orca whales are dolphins and koalas ain't bears
(Pick Up)
Animals aren't people but people are only animals
Live like nothing matters dog, jack a car and smack a broad
Why would I be a gentleman when I know you've been with many men
So take this bump of adderall and let me in your head again
(Ben Holmes)
I'm heading in the direction, I think I should let you know
that there's a body on the tracks and I'm about to run it o-ver
No-where you're going cause if you don't serve
You're gonna... (crash sounds)
