*imaad majeed - Peth lyrics

[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]