[Hook: STONAPATHI]
Peththak aragena wattata yanakota, kajjek indagena pethi kanawa. Lansi patau gamata yanna rocket hadanawa. Thaka dun rocket hadanawa
[VERSE: *imaad majeed]
Pull up at a checkpoint, check the date
It's been five years since you've been a threat
But the pigs don't mind, you're still worth a search
A pat down and a suspicious look when your jaws are gnawing
The rattle of your teeth in their ears perks attention
Which clubs you been hittin? Tell 'em, it's alright, sir
I'm only half drunk, you see
Just trying to roll these four wheels onto that there concrete
Then I'll step into the club, and drink some more
By the time I step out, I'll see the light of day
I'll get my a** home safe
You're better off letting me go
Than taking the time and the trouble to put me to books
I've got no bribes for crooks, you don't look straight
Matter fact, I can tell, from that pat on my ba**sack
You weren't checking for d**, you were checking me out
I got friends on the inside that can turn you out
Get your a** back in the closet
I'm back in the driver's seat
Pull out and forget where I am as I light the spliff
[HOOK: STONAPATHI]
[VERSE: *imaad majeed]
Give up the game and appeal for asylum, seeker
All you've ever found is a leader
Follow up and fact check every last detail
Down to statistics, picking on nits for grammatic(al) precision
Politically correct the victim, tied to a tree by a Mervyn Silva
The story blows up on social media where twittering twats opine on circumstance
But the pigs in the ballroom don't care for misfortune
Paying their weight in gold with taxpayer's fortunes
Leaving scraps on the table for those of us unable to entice the crowd
Stir up the melting pot until it boils over, spilling out the sides
Burning our fingers, while thinking hats tip to the tic tac toe of a belligerent
Insolent, insufferable Chinthanaya, prophetic visions of a misguided utopia
I told you, bruh, but you were busy chewing your gums
Brains racked on a dose of euphoria
Feeling the world lift its weight off your shoulders
Bench press the jury, the judgement is bartered
Another free man walks away from his fate
While the poor are left to wage war with your windows
Eyes closed to the naked truth
You pay your dues and your conscience clears
[HOOK: STONAPATHI]