Casam - Still No Substance lyrics

No anger, get kroners/ No substance X8 Brown hands, dirty pants Still a life with no substance On the lap lands, lands on the lance At a rovers lap, wakes up to a slap Girls pretty, from same city Til they sober nap Looks from Japan, Had a plan backhand White cops, chasing pacman Lives under nickname Maria Maria who? Mariahuana, rocks a bandana No manana, steals vespa and gabbana Crimetime samsara never nirvana Lost krishna Spent all her mulah Starting with buddah Paranoia ... brings a shootah Blows hoops Does hula dance Life with no substance No anger, get kroners No substance x8 Bittersweet like middlestreet reggae Poor man is begging Hitchiking, yawning Rich is king, walking by Foot's planted in the sky Screaming payday Poor man says mayday Dead flowers even on a may day Planted in a bottle of Heine This is life on the highway Trynna get higher Losing life and the fire Chopping wires Birds falling down Loses the crown Ain't no love in the heart of town Town is dark Codename tony starks Newly free from iron bars Bankrupt on credit cards Known for snatching chevy cars on boulevards No anger, get kroners No substance x8 Rights reserved Casam Arne Marius Sletvik