Pleasure is all mine
Yeah, check it out, go it, alright, yeah
Frank
Zappa,
Groovy,
Frackanuki,
Tappazoo to
Tappazoo
Keep going on, coolest you,
Pat the
Goofy
Shooting hoops in a
Zoo suit and a
Goofy
Smoking a
Lucy to
Juicy, don't be stupid
Grassroots following,
Old
Town to
Oven
Gun
Roy to
Kershaw, we've all lived another bit
Broke down and borrowing,
but bother about a sovereign
Not swallowing the bobbins that you're offering,
get off of him
Don't make me get
Dylan -esque, take a breath just
Give me five minutes, mate,
I'll be back to clear my desk
Now's the winter of my discotheque
Along to the
Oakland,
Richmond,
Berkeley,
San
Francisco set
Get my grown man swagger on,
so damn haggard, law
Sancho
Panza for the hangers -on,
the man that anger made
Feeling like you're either
throwing that towel
Or you throw a fucking angry face
Seventy -seven instrumental
for heaven's sake
I levitate above your little games,
take a short break
Like a sunny location with a good book
Got these stubborn bros saying, bruv,
listen, that's a good look
Good cooks, no fresh ingredients,
the key to good food
And the first trick is seeing it
I'm trying to quit the fags,
it's harder every time I try
And now I take it night by night,
I gotta take my time
Making the right choice, I keep it real calm
I need to change my ways, bruv,
from keeping real charged
Man on some
Paris 68 on the fucking scene
But more an update,
an antidote to fucking face
Cause I'm up late,
banging on the rubber pads like they're rubber walls
Man's feeling like I'm proper mad,
cause it can all get too much
So tune up, dig in nostalgia prayers,
get your bruise up
We put our show on, we've shown up,
we're so grown up
We never told fibs so we
never have to own up
So what we've got, no dough and no luck
We grow slow so there's no
need to blow up
We our show on, we've shown up,
we're so grown up
We never told fibs so we
never have to own up
So what, we've got no dough and no luck
We grow slow,
so there's no need to blow up
Salt and coca, roll cocoa bowls full I'm sorry sir,
I'm afraid to say the bowl's full
The bandwagon's standing room only,
it's me I know you don't know me, I'll spell it out slowly
Be it handsome cowards or
the man of the hour
Brown powers,
neck a can in the shower
Phantom powers, got the club feeling full
Even when it's just us there
Lookin' out for coppers
like your pennies short of
Boston
Many smoky venues I've been through,
seen too
Many a late night, the city lights seem to
Drag me in fast so what
I represent is
The impulse of young folks to get
their frustrations vented
Cause I meant it
I've seen a lot of artificial
fences erected
Cause people feelin' apprehensive
Egos get dented
Artists got a god complex, I'm not on it
You mans are just not on it
You shoulda seen the other guy
Waking up like, where the fuck am
I?
On a rubbish high from another time
Such a scrubber type time
I'm not seeing
Dropped beans as dreams fade,
unpublished screenplays
Green haze for guys with fibers at the bar,
who drive a nice car
Who's surprised at who you are?
Consult the oracle,
get it philosophical
Problems getting solved with another
fucking bottle full of
Oracles
Yo, my skin's showing signs of age
And my mind's showing signs
of change
So sometimes I just hide away
On my jack for ages, swap jack for raise
Get in the zone and then
hope it just pays
Hope it's not late, mmm
And these deadlines are dead weights
People waiting for theirs to get
away for better days
Wazer means you have
to pay for your dreams
I know you've fought it before but
now I'm saying it's sick
Popped a show and we've shown up
We're so grown up, we never told fibs
So we never have to own up now
So what we've got, no dough and no luck
We grow slow so there's no
need to blow up
That show when we've shown up,
we're so grown up
We never told fibs so we
never have to own up
Nah, we've got no dough and no luck
We grow slow so there's
no need to blow up
I'm to get up, man.
Oh, man.
And your boy,
Mizzla
Dizzla, banged out some zapper.
Oh, yeah.
Big zapper with
George
G.
That was so strong.
I'm fucking
George
G with a square afro.
That shit is fucking heavy.
