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jungle boy jake - lunar c lyrics

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been a gobsh*te since young
but now i get paid for it, i’m on some big man stuff
i could outdo these mc’s
with both hands tied round my back like i’m in handcuffs
i never link girls from my ends
cause i don’t wanna wife no chick that rough
bare crushed velvet in her living room
and the sign on her wall says “live laugh love”
i don’t want no girlfriend, i’m just tryna get another notch on my belt
i say sh*t on songs that girls don’t like and always c*ck*block myself
drug deals in a snooker hall, made some money and i blew it all
them man that you back don’t back you
when it kicks off, you don’t know who to call
so let’s just keep it musical or i might put your head through the wall
you can see that my life’s beautiful, yours is sh*t but that’s not lunar’s fault
jungle boy jakе, just me and my unemployed matеs
got your baby mum in the rave with her tits out, she just done a point*eight
been round the world and back again
repping bradford to the gang and them
paul and matty and mash and them
reece, heritage and max and them
i’m from a f*cked up city, one punch w*lly
who are you, just some divvy?
we don’t care bout your war stories so go home, you just look silly
don’t get caught in a mix*up dummy
clique look p*ssy, kids look scruffy
saw your bird eating a pot noodle while breastfeeding a pitbull puppy
they call me w*lly one punch, i’ll make your jaw swing like you did a pill
don’t touch a mic cause you think you’re ill
just leave it to me like i’m in your will
i take girls out when my yard’s a mess
she took her thong off and her bra was next
i said “put your clothes back on, we can’t have s*x”
b*tch you ain’t even hoovered the carpet yet
might decide that you owe me a tenner
posh girl let me put a grow in her cellar
she’s not from round here, she don’t know any better
said “if the pigs come, don’t fold under pressure”
raw cocaina make you wanna roll your r’s
sh*t got you wired like stolen cars
get the ‘five point palm exploding heart’
for tryna come at me sideways like a shoulder barge
catch a shuriken throwing star
i don’t like bad news so i don’t read my mail
i make my own money so i don’t need the label
writing bars or bagging up, putting weed on scales
then go and sell a bit on tour like i’m being faithful
fans are listening for bars, i don’t know why i bother
blowing money, i can’t take this sh*t with me when i’m a goner
tryna grow old ungracefully like madonna
i’m not buying what you’re selling, f*ck all is my final offer
my own boss but i’m working like an intern
don’t care bout making friends long as i’m making sales
i flip cash like smokey when he’s counting it for big worm
you’re flipping pennies like heads or tails
kicked off the door like boom
stepped in in my y*fronts, no pants on
your mum’s jaw dropped cause she thinks i’m handsome
your nan took a pic but she left her flash on
so i just flashed ’em, picked out this house at random
looking for someone to hold for ransom
been here before though, it just so happens
had your sister moaning like a karen
pull birds at the clinic and take ’em home with antibiotics
no johnny in my pocket, if you got it i want it
sniffed a line off my nut, quit the white if i’m honest
but if you like it, i love it
i’m not just a product of where i’m from
raised on the dole but never signed on
your mum had a s*x change and changed her mind
now she wish she never cut her hair off
now she walks round town looking bare lost
she keeps both her tits in a tupperware box
stash the coke in a c*cker spaniel’s *rs*
the bag split and the dog did a backflip
shoulda got a crufts medal for gymnastics
fat chick hit the crack spliff and passed it
big beard, when i’m angry i’m zangief
run home to your mammy and pappy
had a threesome with brandi and mandy
now i don’t do no class a, i’m classy
today i might wake and bake
sing ‘amazing grace’ with satan’s slaves
get naked, break into a care home
and go scream in a old lady’s face

- lunar c lyrics

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