Lee Scott - Same song lyrics

[[VERSE 1]] Petrifying, d**h defying, shoo a T-rex and pet a Lion I don't feel like ever tryin' every day I get a lie in And I have no desire to change, deranged Compared to me people aren't that strange I can't be a**ed to nod me head to the beat That ket wig sweg h**n chic, sellin the beak While you're waitin on the end of the week to get your rocks off I'm sipping on a bevy in Speke, watching benefit street Step on your feet, having a kick about in the house I'll read the Bible when it's translated into scouse I hate learnin' the hypes drowned out by the cogs in me brain turnin' When I think too hard it smells like Amnesia Haze burnin' Disconcertin' possibly off his face slurrin' what the f** are they wearin'? "ellesse, ellesse" you know how it goes I pose with a ciggy blowin smoke out me nose Still blitzed but never cleaner Coughing like emphysema, the gra** is getting greener Hedge hop into the perfect shade which is we stayed Yelling obscenities in ye hearing aid [[Chorus]] Do you hear me now clearly? If it's not about the cult then that sh** don't concern me Cold to the sag sweg sh**, kick it slow I rep that Brick Peli, Blah gang if you didn't know Do you hear me now clearly? If it's not about the cult then that sh** don't concern me Cold to the sag sweg sh**, kick it slow That 616, DVLGNG if you didn't know [[VERSE 2]] Mr. Wrong, the same sh**, but in a different song Lookin for some easily influenced hoes to string along I just want to floss me teeth with Gloria Pritchett's thong I'm pa**ing out, these pills are strong I'm from a place where the children chong and the adults sniff Thumbs up bombing back to rock bottom tryna blag a lift Joseph Smith if he smoked a spliff, slapped a thot Threw a bag a gwop at a prozzy and slammed a shot I'm not a rapper I just rap a lot In baggy joggies and a tracky top Froze in me finest catalogue pose, pissing on a cop car Sipping whiskey, wishing on the wrong star Signal barely one bar; Just Eat on me phone in a funeral home I don't care if you're down I can do it alone We could of been like Ferris Bueller and Sloane baby Now I'm tryna to book an Uber to rome