Lee Scott - Dumb lyrics

[Trellion] Yo, I don't have a reason to care I wrote this verse 35,000 feet in the air With my feet in the air Reclining like a G in my chair I'm the sh** and I'm completely aware Tell the chef I like my steak well done, medium-rare Optimistic when they meet me but they leave in despair Yeah, yeah I'm too greedy to share Bust a nut in her mouth That's a seedy affair 40 degrees, 51 layers on But I'm too cold to be switching on the air-con I'm a rare one, looking homeless mumbling Got the locals wondering where the f** they're from (happy land) I'm moving bookie in the duty-free I just k**ed the whole game off Stupid me Mr. T put the Bruce in Lee Got these kids fanning out but they'll never be as cool as me [Jam Baxter] Sit back and watch the whole clan flourish Rolled out the womb rocking gelled back mullets (FRESH) Yeah my whole fam sluggish (SWEG) Sheets of acid in our hand luggage Smell the salted bu*ter in the air Moon walking through customs screaming nothing to declare Yeah, you can stop waiting on a sign now Lady lucks a little busy painting on her eyebrows Caked in foundation getting wasted on a night out I just sat at yard squirming like a live trout The rejected cast of human traffic Lately I been selling DMT to fund my bugle habit That's f**ed, nah absurdity I run a side hustle in experimental surgery Mile long waiting list for brain amputations Face lacerations and straight strangulations My mans a maiden, I'm rolling to my gates You roll out the session tears rolling down your face Waste, you can see my soul from out of space And even though I'm older now I'm still straight dumb (dumb, dumb, dumb) [Lee Scott] Yo, Doctor Scott coming through like my Johnny popped But do I give a sh**? Probably not I'm not crying I just Eyeball Paul'd a vodka shot And hobbled off like Oswald Cobblepot I don't wanna try I just want the guap (money) And the green jacket f** the tee off like a glottal stop On the chopping block, so cool Sipping ice tea, holler Spike Lee for the dolly shot You aren't nice ask George R. Price I'm trying to get my face a pop up on p**n star sites Registration closing, sign up quick I'm 12 inches tall with a 5 foot dick Due to complications, I'll be zoning out in future conversations The only thing I lose is concentration I f** my life up and sue the entire human population For a multipack of snickers and a can of Guinness; I was too smashed to finish Flipping like a Paralympic gymnast, so effortless Your child's sports day gold medallist I carry an egg with a spoon on At your wake crunching a crouton with no suit on I just wanna get out of me face And have kids with luxury car names on council estates I'm not down for debate you're not my real son, son We can't have fun but (WE CAN GET DUMB)