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die old - lunar c lyrics

[verse 1]
scumbag rap for the drug dealers and deadbeats
’bout to cop a kilo, f*ck being an mc
i woke up on the wrong side of the bed
with a screw loose, not right in the head
give a b*tch my morning glory, praise the lord and saviour
liquor always makes me talk to strangers like we’ve been friends forever
p*ssed up, tryna make a a makeshift telephone
got two cans left but i can’t string a sentence together
rolled a joint fat like uncle buck
rum and kush makes me get my words muddled up
talking double dutch, they talk sh*t, we f*ck them up
your mother took five d*cks and the johnny was a rubber glove
my cocaine is fair trade
got the money in a air raid shelter with a rifle and some bare mates
just in case this rap sh*t goes pear*shaped
’cause i’m just about famous enough to have to wear shades
when i’m begging for spare change

[hook]
don’t just get by, go get rich, die old
life goes too fast, i know
just get by, go get rich, die old
life goes too fast, i know

[verse 2]
my dad always said i was a strange kid
never had any friends, i had to play with myself like i was s*xually frustrated
never knew i was destined for great things, a legend in the making
eating wotsits in bed with a fat b*tch
keeps moaning about the crumbs, f*cked her on her bathroom sink while i raided her medicine cabinet
and grew a pair of tits ’cause i took a oestrogen tablet
going in until i black out and stain my undies
then wake up a new man, i’m staying hungry
i’m ’bout the music, i don’t need a label to be making money
i push it on the street like cocaine and baby buggies
i sit on my doorstep and blaze up
with my music up loud, neighbours giving me strange looks
i do what i like, f*ck your opinion
my brain’s something that you just can’t grasp like some a*cup
[hook]
don’t just get by, go get rich, die old
life goes too fast, i know
just get by, go get rich, die old
life goes too fast, i know

[verse 3]
i’m childish, i take every opportunity to get one up on you
you bring a b*tch, i bring a couple through
smoke a join, i’m bunning two
basically every time you’ve got a nail i’ve gotta double you
and if you still don’t get it, what i’m saying is you’re gonna lose
i’m a hater, i can count the rappers i don’t rate on one hand, if i was holding a calculator
they’re tryna break into the mainstream, wondering what they can do different
but they’ll die underground like a tube [?]
and how the f*ck you pushing thirty and still a up*and*comer?
you need to reassess your life, when my cup is half full i just down it and fill up another
like your stepdad on his deathbed, i’m an ill motherf*cker
fashion victims do extensive research
to try find their brown belts and expensive t*shirts
what type of mad weather makes you need a vest made of black leather?
fake gashes in your jeans like your ancestors were transgender

- lunar c lyrics

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