Lee Scott - Busway Blues lyrics

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Lee Scott - Busway Blues lyrics

[Verse 1] f** a b**h, wipe me dick off with a cloth then preach a sermon I'm a people person until we meet in person See me lurking like whats happenin'? A failure until I'm tappin' a Kardashian on the fappening Staggerin', for the last of me cash panickin' In a fixed price corporate world hagglin' Greet the pope with a secret handshake In a freemason apron with a black cape, late Damn straight I'm wonky If you want me, talk to the hand like Conky Pretty fly for a honky Le Coq Sportif joggies and Rockport Come and mingle with the wrong sort I'm cool like G Rap and Keith I'll crack a smile when I've got a mouth full of platinum teeth Untill then we're some motherf**ers like milkmen Treat the battlefield like a chill den Discussing women and wealth f** everybody else, I dedicate this to myself I'm the one, I use me superpowers with me gla**es on I'd be patriotic if I knew what planet I was from Calm like an atom bomb That Blah cold saggin' click times sweg equals I'm the sh** [Chorus] What you know about the 616? I won't lie, I climbed out the lake of fire, bone dry I'm gettin' so high I live like I won't die Sweg x 2 [Verse 2] This sh**'s rare like a good bobby You'll never catch me riding dirty if I stay still with d** on me But I'm stumblin' round like a drunk zombie, ungodly All this belligerence could become costly But I don't give a f** oddly enough Looking like a God in my scruff The kid's a bit slow It's what's on the inside that counts but I can't do mental arithmetic though So, did you say something of important Trevor? Course you never, gawking while you're talkin' clever 616 DVL GNG maniacs Slappin' Satans back like it's okay mate relax Dumb, playin' catch with a hand grenade So effin' kewl like Brandon Wade Cold saggin laid back like a Valli' Hatari[?] don't dilly dally with the umbwa cali[?] You're f**ing with the wrong Lee g I'm only drinkin' if the Dom P's free Outside the box on some Tron 3D Trippy like an Astral Black long sleeve T Pour the last cup and toast to me bad luck I'd be a stand up guy if I could stand up Why oh why? That Blah cold saggin' click Times sweg equals I'm the sh** [Chorus] What you know about the 616? I won't lie, I climbed out the lake of fire, bone dry I'm gettin' so high I live like I won't die Sweg x 2