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good luck - lunar c lyrics

[verse 1]
i am my own f*cking hero, cold blooded weirdo
down and out but i can only go up from here though
barman said “you can’t roll up in here bro”
i don’t like the music there so i took my earphones
big sovereign ring like a traveller from the nineties
your punches never land like you’re practising your tai chi
get lassoed with a mic lead and strangled till your eyes bleed
axe up in my right sleeve, get hacked without an ip
they claim they’re the best in england but it’s less convincing
you’re dealing with a sick man like jesse pinkman
you took a path of less resistance, i suggest remission
i’d take the money any day over the recognition
my life doesn’t depend
on what you think, it doesn’t help me keep up with the rent
i speak on what i care about, not current events
you’re pushing forty, still tryna keep up with the trends

[chorus]
i know i’m a f*ck*up and it ain’t a good look
but i make it look good, i just need some good luck
running with the lynch mob, chaos makes my blood rush
i’m not here to make friends, f*ck ’em if they judge us
[verse 2]
yo, ask me if i give a f*ck
f*ck your plans, i’ll dun your dance, the jig is up
about as hard as a lower back tap, you’re a jigglypuff
rappers think they’re in their bag until i come and zip it up
seen your ma e’d up on the weekend
eyes wide with her t**th clenched like she’s doing the haka dance
i know a few pakistani bradford man
who’ll roll you up in carpet and throw you into a transit van
gassed up, you can’t hold a candle to me
you spit like your bars are loosely based on an action movie
b*tterbean punches, need a rapper, crack his skull with ease
a couple f*cked around and found out, that’s adultery
hen moving like the rent’s due in
ascend to a new level, leave the rest fuming
you’re in the gutter, your life couldn’t have gone worse
and you can’t make it out like a rich homie quan verse

[verse 3]
i’m not tryna make friends with a bunch of debbie downers
all jealous cowards, never let me get my flowers
hoping i can’t make her come back like kenny powers
k!ll ’em so they can’t multiply like terrence howard
blessings i manifested, ready and battle tested
never do rap beefs though, i’ve never been that invested
crocs in sport mode, i’m on the hills
you’re on your last legs like a dog with wills
i hope you’re ready to die ’cause big and small, i k!ll ’em all
get ’em tombstones, they’re in the morgue
heading to the ground like a tombstone
then whip my b*lls on their chin and all
you rock false gold, my sh*t is pure
i’m sick of people who ain’t doing no better
always tryna give me advice like they know better
i’m the greatest to ever do it, it’s no question
the best you could ever be is a close second
[chorus]
i know i’m a f*ck*up and it ain’t a good look
but i make it look good, i just need some good luck
running with the lynch mob, chaos makes my blood rush
i’m not here to make friends, f*ck ’em if they judge us

- lunar c lyrics

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