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if you know what i mean - horrorshow lyrics

[verse 1]
now once upon not long ago (not long ago)
there was an awkward kid kicking rhymes up in the land of rock and roll
he’s not a rocker, just a stoner on a roll (on a roll)
goin’ all out on the road and tryna make the honour roll
see i been all up in the dojo practicin’ my braggadocio
learned to toot my own horn, blow my saxophone and my oboe
soprano, alto, baritone, mastered my high and low notes
a quick jazz cigarette then i’m takin’ my solo
if you ain’t heard about it ask around
on any given sunday bet we turn the party out
get love on every corner walkin’ through our part of town
yeah, you that lucky winner, price is right so you better come on down
to the inner-west, come and visit the turf
you see my crew be runnin’ sydney like the city2surf
from the pretty beach sides to the sticks in the ‘burbs
they say that dude smooth nicolas, he slick with them words

[hook]
i was rollin’ with my brosef and he turned and said to me
“homie, you been goin’ in since we was only seventeen”
i said “i ain’t one to blow my own, but i tend to agree
if a, you know what i—you know what i mean, what i mean”
now the punters say the love the way i spit it on the beat
it put the roof over my head and put the kicks up on my feet
nothin’ changed, still a couple snakes, we cut them blades of green
if a, you know what i—you know what i mean
[verse 2]
the sorta sh-t that they let fly, i could do with my eyes closed
but i’m taking the high road, tryna scale heights, never fall off cause i climb slow
see my sign’s goat, as in g.o.a.t
make my way from a to b while spelling out what’s plain to see
my man was shotgun in the ‘yota, looked over and said to me
“homie, you been goin’ in since we was only seventeen”
when we’d rock up to your house party, rollin’ twenty deep
turnin’ off your black eyed peas and throwin’ on some bdp
[?], r—o—c, eminem or d—r—e
[?], bne or suffa, pressure, and debris
for the moment probably be that ovo or tde
but homie this that o—n—e, that d—a—y, that e—n—t
nowadays we got our names up on the list and drinks are free
it’s like something i think i saw in a vision or a dream
i’m tryna paint the kind of picture that make you picture the scene
if a, you know what i—you know what i mean

[outro]
don’t wanna blow my own trumpet, don’t wanna toot my own horn
don’t wanna beat my own drum kit, don’t wanna write my own score
but they like it, they love it, they buy it, they b-mp it, recite it
turn it up and then they b-mp it up some more
don’t wanna blow my own trumpet, don’t wanna toot my own horn
don’t wanna beat my own drum kit, don’t wanna write my own score
but they like it, they love it, they buy it, they b-mp it, recite it
turn it up and then they b-mp it up some more

- horrorshow lyrics

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