Lyrics:
behind the bowler's arm
So leave your worries at the farm don't fret about the rain
Hold your credit at the store, bring the kids down on the train
I'll see you at the Bryant lake bowler
I'll tell you what I've already told you
I'll sell you what I've already sold you
If I see you
ga yi
I'm scoring points when she's over
I ball on point like the bowler
Said I'm quite the catch, Dhoni
Knock it out the park, Kohli
We just met but
I went down to the bowling alley
Just to watch the busy lanes
Picked my shoes up at the counter
Then I heard them call her name
Super Cute Bowler
to my surprise
Monsters in disguise, wearing bowler hats and old school ties
Today you went out to inspect your servants
I saw you wave and rave from my
Sombrero, beret, beanie, pork pie, Stetson, derby, baseball cap
Cowboy, sailor, stovepipe, bowler, fedora, Panama, helmet, chef's hat Jester hat, coonskin,
I'm a casanova with a combover
I can knock you over, like a pro bowler
I'm so cold like nova scotia
With your hoe but I don't elope
And I got flow
I mix the whiskey with the Cola
She rollin' like a bowler says I want to get to know ya
I tell her hit my Motorola
Hit my Motorola
Tell her hit my
Taking guard Mister fearless
Has to score from the very first
Two slips and a gully
The bowler wants to bully
The bowler wants to bully
Take
Whoa
It's a monster
I better call the chopper
Yeah
Don't you stick your fingers in my bowler tonight
We're about to grab the chips and the cola
Wait
bat and ball.
Now the Devil has a player and he's called the Demon Bowler,
He's shrewd, he's rude and he's wicked.
He is sent by Sinful Satan
one can hear you
All they can do is to stare
Your bowler hats are turning green
Your city suit's are coloured cream
You, you changed my life
You made
me back to that enclosure
Strike up that match like a bowler
I'm raw, more raw than brown sugar
No salt, but I still keep it kosher
In pictures that I
Gayle come on the field.
A giant in the wicket, you hearing spectators Screel.
As the bowler bowl the first ball, with dragon power Chris standing tall.
wasn't a fake
Hey Hey Hey
He's always flipping and falling down
He had a bowler hat for a crown
Shoes too big and a suit too small
The Tramp made laughter
Bring out your weeping weeds
Put on your ten-pint bowlers
Bring out your weeping weeds
We're burying Davy
We're burying Davy
Gather the screws
It's easy, libtard, just do what I do
Riding lawn mower, avid churchgoer
Monster, Bud lite, competitive bowler
I go fishing with some dip and red ice
Hey, hey late drummer's wake
As I lay here with me sideburns and mustache well shaped
Dressed in the best ones I ever had
My bowler's slightly crooked
stop og smid det du har i din' hænder
den her unge bowler har lidt penge og han gider ikk bruge dem alene
så fuck dit job baby kom nu med mig stop og
The bowler's running in, the batsman lights a fag
He keeps a packet handy and it's lodged inside his pad
Because it's written in his contract that
Oh my boots they shine
And my bowler looks fine
Take some time and care
Take a look at my hair
We hit the dance hall
So smart and so chic
I make them
used to be cold and now they got colder
Knocking down pins, you can call me a bowler (Bowler)
I switch up the flow like I'm switching up all of these
[Chorus]
Woooow, homie de går, uuuuuh
De har hørt om mine tekster hørt at jeg bowler
Hørt fra mine ekser at jeg går og flowser
Det passer - woooow, nigger de
I'ma roll up like Lil Uzi shoulder (Lil Uzi)
Then I put you in slots like a folder (Folder)
She finger balls, like a bowler (Bowler)
I'm in her mouth,
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