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In My Town Lyrics - Artist : Drapht
In my town every butcher is the Sausage King
Every meat pie is award winnin' But every win [?] Come passe with all your accolades on mass within the massive I mean, yikes, mate, [?] sentimental [?] Better settle, petal, leavin' all your crusts, but you still barely ate Ego on a sandstorm, whippin' off [?] slippers They're ruby red, doom and gloom broadcast in full effect, though Started feelin' like it wasn't earnt to rep on Like awards I didn't ask for was summarisin' my workflow Like years that hammered the words home, couldn't unclip the nerd bros The herd coach, the old ropes to the new kids, say they so straight, but they don't though This place for that new dope every new day Till it's old hat by the next week and a trend catch in the far east In the right coast and it's a no go 'cause it's too numb, but you wave hands "Look at me glow", till your style tired in your own eyes and your fire cease Tongue callous stop the speak of peace, you really mean it, geeze? Haven't seen you once outside of meet and greets with slimy Pete Gettin' your brand in action, fandom traction fluffin' How's that album bufferin'? Pixelated as fuck We're few and far between and muffled by the leaders Who stay winnin' Coloured by the freedom and the features, the people in the bleachers Who pay to see it What they don't see is [?], the paperwork we're turfin' And the panickin' All the peasantries are shovelled out, yeah Yeah, they're shovelled out See in my town Everyone nods and smiles through a set of clenched teeth (Yep) No patience in my West Wing, whole scene full of wrestlin' Hulk Hogans and Ric Flairs, fake savages and hitmen Fake nice to be gifted like kids writin' up a wishlist But Father Christmas ain't me, you're Nelson when accosting You only hit me when you want things and a free ride in the bus lane Put your hand down, ain't a handout, been ripped off like a Band-Aid They take my blood, sweat, tears, put it in a frame, it's theirs now You only cared about the fame and the money in the bank, bang, bang, bang 'Nother knife in the back, triflin' act, all just a fun of big black Ex machina [?], park in the back, try find a knife sharper than Jack Ripper's but you'll find it hard to extract, heart in my chest, heart full of gold Half of them know, half of them don't, let's just pass by like some Ships in the night, stick to my lane, like I had graffiti on my mind See me on the rise, don't hit my line, always climb Himalayas by myself There's no bluff, whole lotta heart with the cards I was dealt We're few and far between and muffled by the leaders Who stay winnin' Coloured by the freedom and the features, the people in the bleachers Who pay to see it What they don't see is [?], the paperwork we're turfin' And the panickin' All the peasantries are shovelled out, yeah (Shovelled out, shovelled out) Yeah, they're shovelled out (Shovelled out, shovelled out) We're few and far between and muffled by the leaders Who stay winnin' Coloured by the freedom and the features, the people in the bleachers Who pay to see it What they don't see is [?], the paperwork we're turfin' And the panickin' All the peasantries are shovelled out, yeah (Shovelled out, shovelled out) Yeah, they're shovelled out (Shovelled out, shovelled out) |
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