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worra day - lee scott lyrics

[verse 1]
whether you see me in h*ll or the flats by ours
you should probably know i’m sick off the bat like sars, mate
i’m peeling plasters off me past lifes scars
we just wanna crash nice cars and act like stars
and with his eyes painted devil red
he lifted up his head and said
i wrote the only book i’ve ever read
rev the ped, take it back like an eighty pound zed of ched
and just because i answer ya like is it ok, it isn’t ok
they say i’m going nowhere but you’re still in me way
i live for today, you can thank your god later
straight shot of voddy with a gaviscon chaser
wast of sp*ced but frugal with me breath
hold it then do it all when there’s only a minute left
time flies when you’re acting like you’re having fun
copped a gatlin gun just to pop your capri*sun
woosah!
count to ten now i’m zen, balling out again
spiral staircase in the council ken
in the cracks of the concrete where the flowers bloom
sing your praises in the wrong key
heart strings out of tune

[chorus]
what the h*lls going on laa?
what laa?
the best you’re gonna get is not a lot, laa
oh worra day, worra, worra day, day
oh worra day, worra, worra day, day ey
what the h*lls going on laa?
what laa?
no matter what it was, it’s not a lot laa
oh worra day, worra, worra day, day
oh worra day, worra, worra day, day ey
[verse 2]
no matter how stressful it’s been, we tell ’em not a lot
play it down like the chopping block isn’t chocka block
dr. scott, lost the plot with a bong of pot
could be post hoc ergo propta hoc but probly not
tell you what you want to hear in a way you’ll never comprehend
i need some guap to spend, not a friend
i’m on the mend if it’ll help you sleep better
ignored the vat letter and copped the supreme sweater
woosah!
now i’m back counting stacks
wallpaper with the gold leaf motif in the council flat
perspective, chilling on an eroding bluff
i know enough to tell you i don’t know enough
but i always knew the score
in me face smiling when i’m someone you abhore
behind the mask, flipping like a luchador
spilled your guts, it’s faker than b*movie gore
you’re in your feelings, i’m in the jewellery store
you only do it for the love, ’cause there’s nothing else for you to do it for
’93 son doobie raw, sh*ttin’ on ’em
been through a lot, don’t worry though kid it’s nothing

- lee scott lyrics

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