Professor Green - How Many Moons lyrics

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Professor Green - How Many Moons lyrics

How many moons, how many mornings How many moons, how many mornings Have I got left 'til I've no breath left to breathe? How long's left for me, whatever the time, for the rest of mine I'm gonna spend time putting an end to my Enemies who wanna put an end to my shine Why bother try offending me? It's off with the heads of these swines When I sign out you're gonna remember me Remember me? Don't nobody wanna send for me The only time they mention me Or speak of me disrespectfully is when they sleep I've been between a lot of legs of a body of a centipede Please, enemies, be more courteous Save me the sweat and forget to breathe Life could be easier, I could ease it up breathe Instead I look like someone trying to squeeze a dump And I ain't eating in months so I need these MC's on the edge I'll be the reason they jump off Remember the jump off when I come forth You don't wanna be the MC I run towards I like Miley, I like her straight, I ain't no Dumbledore Untoward, too stressed like I love and adore you But its custom I come before you and it's cool if I can't get it up 'Cause I've got a cucumber for you f** the world, I'ma stick it in mud stingy Wanna drink? You can piss in a cup, I leave women as livid as stunts So run your lips, I've been itching to give a chick a bit of a c*nt, punt How many moons (How many moons) How many mornings (Have I got left 'til I've no breath left to breathe?) How many moons (How many moons) How many mornings (Have I got left?) Have I got left 'til I've no breath left to breathe How long's left for me, whatever the time, for the rest of mine I'm gonna spend time putting an end to my Enemies who wanna put an end to my shine Why bother try offending me? It's off with the heads of these swines When I sign out you're gonna remember me Sanity, I squandered it, I think I've gone a bit too far In darkness I'm wondering guess his b**h, he ain't on the list Well, I'm pissed off, I'm not at top of it Deep in thought conspiring, getting the firing Call my thought a firing frime and twiddling thumbs I'm hating the world's smallest violin Inconsiderate like I give a f** how they feel Kidnapping rappers and having them as microwave meals I know my meals ready when the microwave stops I'm a lot more Jack Nicholson than I am Michael J Fox The creep that crept up on daisy low in the baby grow I sat on her knee and told her to touch me inappropriately Until my daisy grows I'm not a man of her mankind, mechanical mad man I make Hannibal look more like Annabelle, I'm an animal right now How many moons (How many moons) How many mornings (Have I got left 'til I've no breath left to breathe?) How many moons (How many moons) How many mornings (Have I got left?) How many moons (How many moons) How many mornings (Have I got left 'til I've no breath left to breathe?) How many moons (How many moons) How many mornings (Have I got left?)

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