Lyrics:
i'm the man from surrey with a ground floor flat
and i know what happened before i was born
the huns and the nips got uppy with blighty
and tommy
Converted ground floor flat
Northern voice seems to be
Coming out of a guitar
Did this become known later?
Tall toilet room
Remnants
UNTHINKABLE TO ME HIS MIND IS RUNNING OUT LOOKIN’ FOR A PLACE
WE CAN BUY A HOUSE OR JUST A GROUND FLOOR FLAT IT’S BORING TO ME
THINK ABOUT KIDS, RAISE A COUPLE
Old stars fall to the ground
Floors are flat and the moon is round
Grass is green and skies are blue
And girl I got a thing for you
Old trucks
to a mother they can't believe it
The umbilical cord gets snipped and everyone's smiling
A beautiful moment, right?
Picture a one-bedroom flat on the ground
Far right records presents
Make America great again!
Flat earth is flat flat earth aint round
Just look at your feet down on the ground
Flat earth is
as an oven
Gotta stay inside
Where the cool air is chilling
His ears are droopy
His mouth is open
He's puffing and puffing
He's flat on the floor
Flat dog,
lives matter?
Mazza daily on the block no chit chat
Mazza in the trap, pyrex, i whip that
Its mazza on the flat, just know its a mazza on the flat
Step
ready?
Here we go!
Start on the floor with your knees on the ground
Start on the floor with my knees on the ground
Now, put your palms down like you’re
the government already put the army intact
But there's still bodies laying on the grounds of the Flats
Man it's the Cape flats
Where gang rivalry connects
Where
head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
head to the sky, my feet on the ground
My fingers to the judge, if the money don't move
Then I won't budge, won't budge
No, I won't budge, no, Lord
We are flat earthers
We don't like coke
We are flat earthers
My dad left me
For some ground beef
There's literally no possible way the earth is round
and go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Showroom floor finna go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit
and go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Showroom floor finna go bananas like Chiquita
My money don't fold flat bread pita
Hit
store and go bananas like Chiquita.
My money don’t fold, flat bread pita.
Showroom floor finna go bananas like Chiquita.
My money don’t fold flat bread
on the metal
A fetus grew where twins were levelled
Ground zeros bloom was buried forever
Shell of it's former self
Floors fell maybe their off spring
Brought
Millers Flat Rag
Way down the road I know a place to go
Where people smile and say hello
Where the mighty Clutha flows
Past the land where farmers
down to the ground
Super sweet and sexy, cunt so soft
Gliding on a dick that won't get soft (Oh)
Pussy on the floor, it's going off
Make him put
shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door,
shots, four shots
All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops
Everybody hit the door,
being told
What if I could tell you
That it's best to trust your gut
Here it comes now, the big secret
The earth is flat
The earth is flat, the earth is
Who I was running from
As if I had not known all along
Oh my old feet
They know this hard street
Stay like old friends
You're flat on the ground
calluses, not sores
And I'd like to keep them
Oh now your feet
They know this hard street
They're like old friends
You're flat on the ground
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