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still feel broke - avantdale bowling club lyrics

[verse 1]
(yeah)
fresh cray with the crab, pair that with a sav’
seared bass with the hash, pear tart and ganache
old girl had to smash that, really i thought it was av’
tell the truth it was trash, really but f*ck it i wanted to splash (splash)
blow a rack like a sax, sipping on ‘gnac like goin’ to paris
tipping the bag boy like a bad boy, hit her back later with the bag
sipping the house red with the head chef, with the white stuck in my ‘stache
smash making an assh0l* of the man that i know him as
but its an act though, i’m bored man
never wanted to ball, f*ck that food court
just wanted to play some h.o.r.s.e. on a horse
pour some port on a pork chop at a new place on up north
far from poor but i’ll probably take this mortgage to the morgue
really what good is it being adored if i still feel like a fraud
hearing a sold out town hall applauding, still feeling ignored
bruv, i’m floored
what do i do with another award, give it to lorde
i was just happy to play support, this is the therapy i can’t afford
writing these words just to cope, grow this herb just to smoke
really its all just jokes bruv, this coach just a cloak
all of these fans just some fiends, all this fame’s just a hoax
and i’m far from a goat bro, only just a bloke
just a broke ass artist in their eyes regardless
all of the fame is all the same sway ain’t got no answers
f*ck these rich kids, f*ck all of their dairy farmer fathers
f*ck these classist mums talking ’bout prestigious kindergartens
bruv i come from a long line of broken*hearted b*st*rds
so pardon me if i ain’t too comfortable with kissing asses
i’d rather be at home with the bros, sipping lagers
look i’m trying to wake up early tomorrow, and hit the markets
i’m tired man
been up all night, i’m wired man, i got no time to jam
i gotta provide for my fam
my son wants that new spiderman suit, i’m trying man
looking in the mirror crying like ‘am i a man?’
[chorus]
and i still feel broke (and i still feel)
(and i still feel)
(and i still feel)
(ooo*ooo*ooh)
(ooo*ooo*ooh)
(ooo*ooo*ooh)

[verse 2]
whole gang on a tab (ay), whole tongue in the bag (yup)
tripped up on a barstool, spilt the whole thing on her lap (my bad)
blow all that like golden state did in 3*1 to the cavs, yeah
come down like an asteroid, woke up, back of the cab (ooh)
sixteen in the stash box and this gas, i was sassed
blowing trees and the leaf you can tell the gas man ‘eat an ass’
middle finger to the tax man, take the cash down to the cas’ (then what?)
drop my son off at the flash day*care, mummies looking at me mad (up to?)
how much money can a man make ‘for that money make a man break
i was throwing hands at his mans, he just hit me with a handshake
introducing my last name like that sh*t was my brand name
f*ck fame it’s all sh*t, i don’t even like champagne
seen the last of my bad days, finally made it out the rat race
but my flatmate’s still doing fourteen hour shifts on a sat*rday
and i’m still hearing my old self like ‘aw, you think that you’re flash aye
‘member when we were kids eating a raro out of the sachet?’
reminiscing on the old time when we were sitting in the dole line
green gold in the tin foil, thinking i was sitting on a gold mine
i been working my whole life like i’ve been working in a coal mine
finally got what i dreamed of, then i went and moved the goal line
and got bigger dreams, bigger needs
still stressed ’bout little things, sh*t’s bittersweet
old man’s up in rehab and its christmas eve
thinking back on the old times, my mum drunk playing little feat
with my little feet on the main road, playing touch like fifty deep
old lady used to make a feed, feed nearly every kid in the street
some didn’t have sh*t to eat, came here straight from the philippines
had a bro from the middle east, had his home blown into smithereens
and we still here talking about how ‘you can’t take our liberties’
down here on top of the world, still feeling that we’re under a bridge
still here going on about how one day, ‘i’m gonna be rich’
new kicks and still stepping in the same sh*t, what did it fix?
all my life working for something that didn’t exist
and i still feel
[chorus/outro]
and i still feel broke (and i still feel)
yeah yeah
(and i still feel)
and i still feel broke (and i still feel)
yeah broke as bro i still feel
(ooo*ooo*ooh)
yeah, yeah, yeah
(ooo*ooo*ooh)
and i still feel broke, yeah
(ooo*ooo*ooh)
broke*ass, bro, i’m broke, yeah
and i still feel broke*ass bro (ooo*ooo*ooh)
i’m broke ay
broke*ass, bro
bruv i still feel broke, ay
i thought the money might have fixed it but it don’t
bruv i still feel broke
i said broke*ass
ay, i’m broke, ay
broke as bro, i still feel (broke)
(i said i’m broke down, broke, i’m broke)

- avantdale bowling club lyrics

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