Trellion - Mansion 38 lyrics

[Verse 1: Jam Baxter] I'm on the top floor bar on my 33rd fruit Bellini Moving booky seedy, wasted, weird and uber creepy I'm on a sub soy snooping with this mutant beanie Got a d**h wish, rub the lamp and shoot the genie Neighbours pull pistols here Me, the lost love child of Olive Oil and Cyril Sneer Joy ride the motor taxi dripping sweat, switching gears Life's just a string of snippets squished between the swigs of beer 80 in the whip with this rich chick sniffing gear sh**, I hope this b**h can steer I'm sipping G&T with a G of beak Cooking bacon in a butchers apron at your vegan feast 4am 40 litres deep Crooked jaw swinging like a gold plated Jesus piece I'm the naked truth I rock the same mouldy green skin like an old vintage tailored suit Ahh, my wasted youth Skanking out in vacation crepes on a palatial roof And ain't no happy endings out here bruv Cause you ain't an asian ma**euse Plotting in the clouds flagging down planes Bright white suit, wrap around shades Stagger out late, I strolled out the pearly gates Ended up stranded at Mansion 38 [Verse 2: Lee Scott] I probably shouldn't be outside right now, I'm feeling too erratic 37 celsius, weaving through the traffic Catch a face full of dirt as we pa** With a big smile painted on me surgical mask Doing wheelies on a child's toy quad Hash tag DVLGNG biker boy squad Growling like a rabid soy dog Looking at the sky impolite like "Oi God!" You need to listen now I'll only tell you once Jesus H. Christ give him whatever the hell he wants I fix me shades in the reflection of the holy stoup While a million staving artists salivate and paint a bowl of fruit In the backdrop, looking like I hit and lost the jack pot Grey Goose plant pot, and what? I clutch the worlds only unlucky shamrock Smelling like the back streets of Bangkok Takeaways, spicy lobster flavoured Lays Life in the Hilton for nought point eighth of haze You don't want to chill with us kid, we're bad company Word to the Thai guy pointing his hand gun at me I close the door and continue like what the f**? Yadong and blueberry Tipco in me coffee cup To be honest look, you should probably lock us up I can be arsed today like, but I'll f** tomorrow up I just want some soy sauce, a pot of rice And some sh** I can't pronounce to sip, while I itch me mozzy bites [Verse 3: Trellion] Pull a U-ey (U-turn)in the Tuk-Tuk Chicken heads getting f**ed up, cluck cluck Disagree with T? That's not a good look Lying through my teeth, right hand on the good book I don't like to read, I'm the best? I agree Stressing, sweating while I'm getting questioned by the Thai police They told me I should leave? It's fine with me But these crickets need to stop chatting sh** while I'm trying to sleep I'm pretty smart, for a stupid idiot What's the point of going when; I can Google Image it? I just made a big mistake, you can live with it Spill your brains like wait! I think I missed a bit Catch me in my True Religions and some Gucci slippers Eating animals I never even knew existed Singapore slinging on the roof bar You know it's me again but I don't know who you are Balling out in the 2 star, I'm deep like that hole somewhere near Utah My minds FUBAR, ask me for a 16? I'll send you a pitched down 2 bar Grade 8 piano, but all I know is Chopsticks Puzzled, looking on my plate like what's this? This ain't Burger King? Trell's the greatest rapper ever, yeah but have you heard him sing?