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lirik lagu olive oil industry – lee winkler

[intro]

this is the first time in a long time i’ve actually scripted a song….usually i’ve just been hooking up some verses, random thoughts intertwined……but there was no p-ssion with that…and i’m so p-ssionate about this…. and i got a message…. it may seem f-cking crazy man, but i got a message. its real…its here…its olive oil, straight olive oil, not that deluded sh-t… straight olive oil…..

[verse 1]

wake up at seven o clock/
red eyes dawn, needless to say my system is shocked/
my rhythm was rocked/
memory blotch–y patches like small pox/
a night of drugs, s-x and alco–hol, but no rocks/
still cold as ice but no socks/
italian rhyme scheme but this is so not/
a medallion gleams/ from my dresser/ is this a dream/
i’m a man of lesser means/
and this is one of the better things/
inscribed is olive oil is king/
i did a double take like a relapsing fiend/
ripped open the seems to see if all is as it seems

i wonder is this real, or am i paranoid from the weed?

[verse 2]

hobble out of bed/
knee surgeries got my leg heavier then lead/
but my back pains instead/ flip my head to the left/
as my neck creaks/ my bed squeaks/
and a leg pokes out the sheets/
i see why my back was in pain/
something more addicting than cocaine/
and sweeter than novacane/
i don’t know her name, and hold no shame/
i apologize for the tornado that hit my room/
it was clean yesterday please p-ss me that broom/
the hydrocodone’s got me thinking i can zoom/
put your -ss on that broomstick and fly to the moon/
but i understand that notion is all a façade/
like the reason for religion is that you believe in a god/
i pee in the kitchen and all i can think about is fog/
and a shining bottle of olive oil is the only light at all/
this obsession with something so prevailing is odd/
and i remember the man’s confession at the club presage/
the olive oil conspiracy, the cover-up, the shawl

i still wonder is this real, or am i paranoid from the weed?

[verse 3]

ninety percent sunflower oil/ ten percent greek/
motivated by power, will and cocaine greed/
a cover up surrounding a whole industry/
is this real, or paranoia from the weed?/
from the lies and conceit/ grew a money tree/
from a humble seed/ of italian immigrants trying to achieve pedigree/
i fear something lies ahead of me/
waiting to behead me/
to hide this secret to a source of treasury/
i feel a gun shoot at my head/
but i remain alive/ instead/
this swarm of lies would have me dead/
the girl points the gun/
smile lingers on her lips, it seems last night was fun/
she blows me a kiss/ hands me the rum/
and tells me i have five minutes to run/

still wondering is this real, or am i paranoid from the weed?

[verse 4]

all i grab is my phone and some gum/
race down the stairs into the drum/
and hide in the beating of life’s wan-ton/
i see the women step out of my complex/
her arms flexed/ to make her br–sts seem more erect/
she’s angelic at best/
fallen down to earth, so i guess she’s a devil in a new dress/
olive oil skin, not that diluted, too direct/
out her skirt falls a used durex/
stalk her down the street for a while/ sly the fox/
sh-lltoes on my feet and a pair of tubes the socks/
trying to arrest her without a trial/
i’m in my element now/ i won’t sleep till she’s in hers/
locked up in irons/ until then i’ll sleep with the curs/
and curse this olive oil industry until they get theirs

[outro]

but this is so real, just so real
what you on man? i’m on that straight olive oil man, that straight olive oil….that real expensive sh-t
the olive oil industry

- lee winkler

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