a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu twenty eight – avantdale bowling club

twenty*eight grams in an ounce, break it down
sixteen ounces in a pound, double that
round it up about ten thou
once you take away the rent nothing left in the account
add it up while i bag it up in the lounge
next to my son watching cartoons on the couch
round about four to five deep in an ounce
hitting on about two to three years in a cell

but i’ll be out in one, wonder if i was brown
would i get the same amount of time for the same amount?
it ain’t hard to tell and it ain’t hard to sell
when everyone’s the prince this sh*t sells itself
work a forty*hour week for a box and a pouch
round about fifteen years on at aucks
small town about the size of a roundabout
where the number one k!ller of a man is himself
the poor cooking meth, rich cooking the accounts
in the rat race there ain’t no straight way out
bout nine hundred thou for a two*bedroom house
thirteen million hectares stolen by the crown
it’s a crime to sell a tree but it’s cool to sell a cow
if the banks f*ck up the government will bail them out
i’ll prolly go to jail for some sh*t that i dealt
but it’s cool, i’m just tryna raise some sh*t that i felt

twenty*four hours in a day
take away eight worth of work, what’s that make?
i finish ’round six, tell the miss i’m on the way
but i’m late, doing twenty k on the motorway
by the time it take me to make it home it’s half eight
never even get to see the sun on my sons face
six hours sleep to bed i lay awake
trying to calculate how much left i got to waste
the court case is two months away, smoking two blunts a day
been too drunk to drive sh*t been too much to take
rolled a stub, and puff til my two lungs deflate
like f*ck it, i don’t wanna do nothing today
but my son needs a change and this sh*t doesn’t change
til you flush the chain ain’t no point just complaining
friends that i wish were still with us today
for three words i thought i was too tough to say
got twenty in the safe, twelve beers in the case
so here’s to the old place, cheers to the days
f*cking round, counting grey hairs on my face
i got one of them for every wasted year on the ways
haunted by the countless mistakes that i made
but it’s said the real destination’s the chase
might end up in a cage tryna save for a place
this rat race is nothing but a race to the grave, bruv

- avantdale bowling club

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...