SAME SONG - Lee Scott

Petrifying, death 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 assed to nod me head to the beat

That ketwig sweg heroin 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 fuck 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 grass is getting greener

Hedge hop into the perfect shade which is we stayed

Yelling obscenities in ye hearing aid

Do you hear me now clearly?

If it’s not about the cult then that shit don’t concern me

Cold to the sag sweg shit, 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 shit don’t concern me

Cold to the sag sweg shit, kick it slow

That 616, DVLGNG if you didn’t know

Mr. Wrong, the same shit, 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 passing 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