Gm Smooth - Lee Scott

Blah

Brick pelican fam

Cruise

I’m telling ya

I’m smoking out the mega bus

With two French hookers and an ounce of lemon kush

Whiskey in my flask

Tapping the spliff on the, floor

And spitting in the ash

I live for rock and roll

Future pop puff rah come joints said lister on the doll

Just get me and the crew beer

I don’t give a one of many good words I could use here

Shit, I don’t know what the fuck you are

So here’s some random words to fill another bar

Your Rolex ain’t shit

I want a Ghostface style gold kes bracelet

I kick that funk like I was made to do it

I mean like proper putting my laces through it

Making music when I’m too blitzed to do it

Tin foil fronts don’t need to prove shit

Sweating whack juice

Diluting everyone else’s style You selfish child

Yeah

I was gonna fake a smile

But I’m stuck with a frown

Plus I’m too dumb to dumb this shit down

Me and the word fool looking well suited

I know to much I’m trying to smoke myself stupid

Hey cupid, Can I ask one favour (tell me)

Will it be ok a million sad songs later

Or can I skip a few, smoke a spliff of two

Drink a brew and watch this Louie Theroux interview

I had something else to say but this’ll do

Is number 10s letter box big enough to fit a missile though (Well)

Hear this blah sippin shit mix a with spits with your ma

Tin foil fronts in the new swag the second wave

We can do this lets be brave

Its exactly the same but its well different

Don’t respect bitches don’t know how to spell ignant

Stressed, panic, don’t know what it is yet

But the best bets a bet and the best at it