Lyrics:
Dressed up like old Buccaneers
We're swaggering through the Old Town
Stop to drink some Sussex beers
Get those beggars down, lads
Get a lot of those beggars
pass me by
Oh Hastings, Hastings
Though far from you I roam
Hastings, Hastings
You will always be my home
The sea stretches before me
The hills stand
Got the fucking skits Holden Commodore in the garage cunt
Grab the keys fucking start her up
Hit the school zones and do some fucking skids you cunt
and jump to your IQ
Your mind is an old tennis shoe
Get wrecked then checked
You just crying
I'm undying
Take a seat just listen to the beat
Your cock looks
to nothing but A gutless worm
crying out for release from this distorted dead world
Suffocate beneath hasting pressure
And choke on a life
Destructive essence
So fucking what!
Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what
And I've been here, I've
So fucking what!
Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what
And I've been here, I've
So f***ing what!
Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what
And I've been here, I've
wheel
First ride was an older guy Holden Commodore a Calais bitch 1994
Inside yeah of course leather interior outside skin kissed golden exterior
And my
don't matter man
So fucking what?
Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So what, so what
And I've
with the blues!
I've got a V-8 Holden
And I'm heading out of town
Yeah, I got a V-8 Holden
And nobody's gonna put me down
Cause it's Four O'clock
looking like a skinny Judge Holden
Mount Evelyn myth, yeah, he came in out the cold man
Remember meeting that bloke years ago when I was riding the old
imported yours
Man I treat my MSFTS like the
Lakers - the court is ours
Look a nine year old in the
Face and say you're in charge
It's our time to shine
to better frame
Of mind
I tried
Feels like I'm catching up now with myself
Feels like I'm all the way back in that old dusty shelf
For you to pull
no ordinary venue
It's Iceland or the Philippines or Hastings or
or this place!
One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
The bars are temples
where Spice Girls chick arrived
England, January 14th, six-five
While you scream out Brannyville
"You old ass rapper!" You got it, but can he still
level there's no ordinary venue
It's Iceland or the Philippines or Hastings or
or this place!
One night in Bangkok and the world's your oyster
me?"
How you danced with the outlaws in the old, wild west
Carried a derringer under your vest
I know with a sneer you claim to have been
out, boy
Tomorrow comes and things will look better by then."
But I'll look out the window
Then look in the mirror at the same old me again
fakers
U understood that I can monetize my debatable flow n stay in a stable code
Old homies tryna tell me they been here before
Damn seat takers
Imma keep
southwest Atlana everybody know me.
Big Duke, (Big Duke) Old Gee,
(Old Gee) Eastside Atlanta everybody know me,
Young gutta, (young gutta),
Jody Breeze,
off Hastings, in the heart of
East Van, smokin' on a great blunt
Walkin' past a police van
Then shit got crazy dealin'
With them border agents
Denied
Said that I'm gonna be super
It said that I'm gonna be super
As long as I don't do nothin' stupid
Old shit is classic, it's cougar
Black man, that
So fucking what?
Well I've been to Hastings
And I've been to Brighton
I've been to Eastbourne too
So What, So What
And I've been here,
And I've been
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