Dandruff Dicky - Long Snooze lyrics

[Verse 1] New day looking for a new challenge In my old new balance balancing my 2 talents That's rap and drink, but I don't do Stellas Rude mannered, impossible to manage Made a man in a neighborhood of Bruce Banners I seen dudes use spanners to do damage Beat till they're looking like beetroot relish Real life Good Fellas, too much Menace If Hell Is Below everybody gotta go, gotta know that Even if you gotta lotta dough, you ain't owed jack But tax and d**h, that's definite Nothing more for you do except accepting it It's all just a joke, young, gifted and broke Making income from some dumb sh** that I wrote My mum said it was dope and some regular folk Gave me coke for it, so I give a f** if you don't like it I don't even like it I don't mind if you don't buy it Download it and then delete it, I won't riot If you don't cosign it, I know I'm no Ironman And if I had the dough to get Ghost to ghostwrite it Then I would've but I didn't I just did it like I did it I'll admit it I was sitting on the sh**ter when I writ it f** a critic in his over an*lytical a** Give a crap what your mum considers me as Cynical as f**, f** the political raps All you really wanna hear about is titties and a** Put a pretty chick on the cover and triple the cash I can't tell, is it fashion or is it just trash? They try to say that we're a little bit a jazz A little Shabaaz, f** these hipster mags I guess I gotta be a little bit mad Or is it just a flash back to a trip that I had You gotta wonder, what kind of spell I'm under Way back when I was younger used to idolize a plumber On shrooms, brain fuelled by the bong fumes Long gone, spending all my bond on booze With ensembles of fools who want rules I think therefore I am confused Humanity concludes, hilarity ensues And I put my PJs on for the long snooze [Verse 2] It's a new day grab the toothpaste and brush scrub While I ponder up a new way to do things Rut, stuck in it nah Just stumbling my way through day to day trying get on the up Cause f** it I been broke and seen feigns doped out in my lounge Watching crack smoke go round like clouds It's out of it but just the tip of the iceberg A couple got clean from kind words they never heard You never know if you don't roll the dice twice Sitting at home trying to write while my life flies Can't even tell where the last 5 years went Tears, sweat, and blood I spill it on my beer breath Could care less how long a piece of string is From here to the end if I got a song I'll sing it As simple as that there's no strings attached To the pa**ion I have for making the words match So you ain't got to dig it it's cool Find something you do Don't give a sh** man you can listen to tool Doesn't matter honestly I'd rather listen to blues Then listen to these dudes talk about the sh** that they do, but really don't Like henny or coke I can afford it But the $3 bottles of red keep me in order Can't ignore them when I walk in the store and they on the shelf Grab a couple for locals and a couple for myself We all living in hell some see the parallels some don't Some need some weed to sell and some to smoke Bottom line it doesn't matter when your time's up You could be rich or at the back of the line for free bread and soup Same fate guess we in the same shoes Same day, different view, same river, different canoe Still I don't really get it I'm just trying make do Just put my Ie faitaga on for the long snooze