Lyrics:
Oy, Oy, Oy, Oy
I was lookin for the Opera House in Sydney
And where the hell is Carmen Sandiego when you need her, right
Left right right left
I'm
the drains or train tracks
Trying to avoid the cops
My mate was skating in the sewers
Free as an eagle
Got held up by three pricks holding a needle
They robbed
of all my stress
By hook or crook you will be blessed
Pass the club's curtains your whole body is energy
from your hair follicles to your belly full
and tagged up the rocks
All those times Patty's car got searched by the cops
Those days at TAFE, Wendell said "paint the cave!"
If that house could talk
Fortune, from her destined course,
Stay'd by this isle, not knowing where she lay:
For since the mate had seen at early dawn
Across a break
bad shit in plenty
Now my eyes won't shed a tear
You can call me by my first half name
Shanti letting you hold my beer
Throwin house parties so wild
hard you would think i might of drownded
Please give me space in this game
It's kinda crowded
TOM CRUISE Vanilla Sky shit
I'm kinda clouded
Surrounded
By
brigade
I was open to rain and crossed by the rain
Open to pain, crossed by the rain
I strolled all alone through the fallout zone
Came out with my
Mouse and roaches in the living room it's crowded
Met my mate ain't said a single thing about it
Cuz now we living it up
She a worry wart I put too
to call checkmate
I never saw us floating apart
I thought you were my best mate
In sickness and in health
I kept you to myself
While you wasted your days
to escape from the smoke and the haze
She took me by the hand and she said “look mate”
“There's no such thing as the Hooker-on-the-Lake”
to escape from the smoke and the haze
She took me by the hand and she said “look mate”
“There's no such thing as the Hooker-on-the-Lake”
Hooker-on-the-Lake,
It's OK - just another day
She went out with an old friend to a pub in town
The friend brought a mate that didn't like her face, tried to boss her
on and on it’s at stale mate
When faith is attacked how will you use it as the fail safe?
When hell gets through the cracks will you know it by it’s scaled face
Uhh, that's right
Uhh, know what it is
I remember mixtape exclusive, no name producers
You wasn't hot til' you sold by all boosters
Run up in
manner man
My new nightside nurse
Some stones are magic
Man the touch is smooth
Never a crowded moment
She gives me my room
Every single time
The way she
a cell mate?
But I do know I'm never goin' straight
Ganstarism
Yeah, really tho'
3-2 in the motherfuckin' house still
Down with the motherfuckin' GP
Of his trolley, the woman by the park
Bench struggling with her body
Every single person has a purpose in them
Burning look again allow yourself to see
to find a fitting mate;
A petticoated pard to cheer his solitary life,
A woman with soft, soothing ways, a confidant, a wife.
And while he cooked his
crowded
back up chump better give me ten pases
gonna let you know who's runnin' this stage
it's Kid a dope crowd pleaser
been dancin' since my hightop
Taking it to another level
Devil what's up? Is this a joke or what?
Steady hoping you can crack open the Coconut
You can't see us, we're covered by
pound n distribute shit by the ounces
Bitches loungin round the house it's gettin crowded wow
My boo be countin mountains of money for my accountant now
Finally safe; Running away from tons of iron
I'm tired of these constraints
Bound by the ways of old; my whole roads been paved with
Status quo, fold
ain't
The feeling that I had before you took me right down
I ping you when I start to get a short high
Short amount of time before the birds fly by
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