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Skream - Rutten lyrics
Now we've reached the hour, of spliff politics. It's the time of the night, when everyone knows, who's got a spliff, and in which direction i'ts going. Secretly they know it. They didn't know Herbey, the kids came up next to him. But to gotta' toke, he's gotta' start some bullshit conversation, and keep it going, until he get's past the spliff. "Smells like, so bad in here, can't even get to a solid" Now look at Herbey's face. He know what's up. He's just hoping, Cassey will run out of steam, so that he can pass the spliff to his mate, Felix. But Cassey is determined to keep on going. "What's that commotion" He's gotta' be clever to get in there. Just a few more laps to go, Cassey's doin well. He's using all his best Anecdotes, and Herbey knows he's quite engaged. Felix is turning out acknowledged. "Ya' man, fucking home-grown" "Ya', that home-grown shit is good, man" But it's not working, Ahh. "Ya, Nelson is coming home this weekend, so let's hide" "God! Who'll fit that" Wow! Look at Casseys face! Now he looks like he's all been a waste of time and energy "Nelson, Nelson come around" But he counters. "Oh yearh, look at those silhouettes" It's neck and neck here, the last laugh. "Hello my little space kitten" "Fucking hell!" Boomchanka! I'm interception But that's always the chance you take. But that's always the chance you take. |
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