Lee Scott - Titanic 2 lyrics

[Intro] "I'm not talking to you anymore" [Verse 1: Lee Scott] I sit around and watch the rain Nothings changed but its not the same Going west stress on the brain f** your rent off cop a chain That empty feeling in your chest As a happy meal I was still depressed Skip the test chill and rest Found some money in an old coat think I'm blessed If it isn't me and it isn't you What the f**'s going on then? give us a clue I don't even know if I even know I don't need to go where I need to go One too many hobble home Regretful speech on a dog and bone Convinced yourself you don't give a f** Made your best sh** in a rut I'm going in I'm giving up Pray for change in a cup Shake it empty fill it up Take your last toke flick the bu*t Life's a bad joke bruh I'm laughing There's more mistakes that make up an atom Cut an atom up time to rebuild G.O.D billed Lookin' at the cuz' like he's weak willed But the wheat's milled He said he couldn't hack it but climbed a steep hill Just to reach chill The sudden racket hushed like a "be chill keep still" There's nothing on his mind but he seems thrilled I want me rum on ice and me beef grilled Belly full of pub grub I pour it in her mouth like glug glug And I don't really like the club but //? ripping it ripping it?// on me like young f** (get me la?) I say yeah but I don't understand Don't judge me I'm a dong farang And then it hit me like Clubber Lang I just need a nice place for me nuts to hang [Pre Hook: Lee Scott] I'm getting out me brain with a bunch of LEDs Me minds made up but me thoughts won't let me leave Close the door bolt it shut I don't care Middle finger's in the air we ain't going anywhere naahhh [Hook: Lee Scott & Jam Baxter] I don't really wanna wile out (wile out) You can see us from a mile out (mile out) All you hear the people sayin' is (what's that?) You can't really wear this style out (ever) Til' we're ripping apart (ripping it ripping it) Out on the deck (ripping it ripping it) Tipping their yacht with an iceberg on me neck With an iceberg on me neck (x2) (ripping it ripping it) tipping their yacht With an iceberg on me neck (x3) (ripping it ripping it) tipping their yacht With an iceberg on me neck [Verse 2: Jam Baxter] Yeah born k**er in the co*k pit Fumbling around for its off switch Lost in the desert head buried in The sand part-man part-ostrich Yeah I couldn't understand it at first Slipped through the cracks in the earth Shell shocked sheep on the front line Tongue tied driving a tank in reverse Yeah, that's you sh**, who knew? The whole crew of builders that follow me around With a drill ain't tightening my loose screw That trigger ain't gonna pull itself You were dumb enough to do the honours And you can flaunt your form as an undead Blood fed new colossus You the human molluscs I'm done buying bait from these booky shotters Bare man marks there dickish demeanour Looking like bait off duty coppers You're still sniffing that dirt Bare soil in your septum Her lips were her poisonous invention She used 'em to poison her henchmen Yeah pale face oily complexion Stack coins in your bedroom Too much of an old miser to spend them Yeah so I blame my faults on an evil twin Track suit made of asbestos, breathe it in I'm in too deep a man can't even swim All these kids wanna ride my wave But they can't paddle out with a bleeding limb Put an ear to my bedroom door All you hear is a squeaking spring I grab life by it's rat tail s** out the organs And eat the skin [Pre Hook: Lee Scott] I'm getting out me brain with a bunch of LEDs Me minds made up but me thoughts won't let me leave Close the door bolt it shut I don't care Middle finger's in the air we ain't going anywhere naahhh [Hook: Lee Scott & Jam Baxter] I don't really wanna wile out (wile out) You can see us from a mile out (mile out) All you hear the people sayin' is (what's that?) You can't really wear this style out (ever) Til' we're ripping apart (ripping it ripping it) Out on the deck (ripping it ripping it) Tipping their yacht with an iceberg on me neck With an iceberg on me neck (x2) (ripping it ripping it) tipping their yacht With an iceberg on me neck (x3) (ripping it ripping it) tipping their yacht With an iceberg on me neck