Lord Lord

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Lord, Lord!
 Lord, Lord!
 Lord, Lord!
 Big boy burnin'
 New day learnin',
 You smashin' them brain cells,
 Suckin' them same centre.
 Where did I put mah
 Soots in mah brain?
 My tail came and stuck a
 Foot in mah brain!
 Can't take the pressure,
 Berks on mah break are like:
 Yowsa gesundheit,
 Eurotrashin' it!
 Smashin' up the ballroom
 Pissin' on the court room.
 Witch-doctor with the herbal remedy;
 Cryptic a simile,
 More cheese more sleaze;
 Deep blue gonad
 One hell of a squeeze!
 So what's that when
 Tottenham's on a map when
 Crews may flap about
 Talkin' bout their yapper out?
 They don't know 'bout
 The bout that's about ta
 Tap that vernacular
 Venemous lushness!
 We say disgusted,
 Nothing to discuss
 With a barrel of puke and
 Alcohol vapour.
 Cakes are mah caper,
 Barry at the baker,
 Two fizz fatty and a cold coal bread.
 I'm wicked in mah head
 I paint mah skull red,
 Well well in mah walk when
 Flickin' mah stub when:
 Lord, Lord!
 I know I've done a heap of wrong.
 Lord, Lord!
 I'm findin' it hard to be strong.
 Lord, Lord!
 Will you help me keep on goin' on?
 Lord, Lord!
 Help me remember where I'm from!
 Mucho volume;
 Bloody loud now, big
 Pride in the flakes
 'Cause we proud now.
 Makin' a proud noise
 'Tis my joy, Ship Ahoy!
 The captain attracting the bling, that's;
 Bling from the soul and
 Bling from the heart,
 So smart in a souped-up gold car
 All over the track.
 Cognac yackin' a jaw,
 Back on the floor,
 Back on the door; them
 Whores is whores, them
 Lords is lords: and I
 Pay mah dues, pay mah tax.
 How can I relax?
 Credit card is to the max!
 'Cause I must get money to feed mah scene.
 Just with joss, just
 We just proceed;
 You're a private dancer,
 Skankin' for money!
 Ever skankin', thankful for money:
 "Don't you call me,
 You know my story!"
 Lord, Lord!
 I know I've done a heap of wrong.
 Lord, Lord!
 I'm findin' it hard to be strong.
 Lord, Lord!
 Will you help me keep on goin' on?
 Lord, Lord!
 Help me remember where I'm from!
 Split-flame pepper grain
 Burnin' up your belly.
 Ice cream jelly wrap; party-hearty!
 Too damn cute yah, too damn 'fro!
 Take you down lower than low
 To let you know.
 Those in the know don't
 Need to know;
 They lead the flow,
 And flow more flexible,
 Sex-able, hide the salami;
 Cool crystal calm re-
 Member the smarmy
 Pullin' by the minute but I
 Keep it minimal;
 Mah soul, mah mind, mah spirit is full.
 No bull, I pull off the least expected
 Moves; mah network, I'll be on the deck
 With mah beady eye:
 Cyber-Pimpernel.
 That's the whole world from
 Saint Arqueles; as you can tell,
 Nothin' aint changed for me.
 It's the same old me
 With more responsibilities!
 Lord, Lord!
 I know I've done a heap of wrong.
 Lord, Lord!
 I'm findin' it hard to be strong.
 Lord, Lord!
 Will you help me keep on goin' on?
 Lord, Lord!
 Help me remember where I'm from!
 Lord, Lord!
 Lord, Lord!
 Lord, Lord!
 Lord, Lord!
 Lord, Lord!
 Lord, Lord!
 

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Duration
04:08
Key
1
Tempo
90 BPM

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