Spit Syndicate - Know Too Much lyrics

See this right here is for the Uninitiated, this for the unconvinced The unwavering fans, bumping our disks Sorry I kept you waiting but I promise you this When we done with this sh** they gonna dust it for prints What you think I never hung with bullies in the yard Never voted for Abbott or for Julia Gillard So i'm watching my back like i'm Julian Assange Only paying with cash coz they tracing all my cards See now this weed got me scoping for cops Getting stoned in a gla** house, throwing my rocks Until I pa** out, in my zone i'm going off And it won't stop till Alan Jones in the box Catch me back in the residence thinking bout the next thing Smoking like a president i'm indie in the west wing And really you should think about investing In the campaign or the issues i'm addressing Hit you in your heart like you missing with that vest thing Anything that's pressing, everything regret brings It's like revenge for the victims that are resting Mix weed with politics cigarette spins What would you say when your last breaths given Confession for the sinning or songs for the women I'm tryna write it all but my hands lost feeling These drums already know too much, I gotta k** em Yeah Yeah I said these drums already know too much I gotta k** em Alright Alright I said these drums already know too much I gotta k** em Picture you were at a playground when nobody play around Everybody know each other like they from a small town Couple bad apples out the bunch had let you down You don't rep the same letters (?) Now you always hard to get a hold of, mummy caught a wink Wonder what the lord had though if he caught a glimpse Paddy wagon rides every Saturday night Still i've never been to court nor been caught since f** these toys in the world if they with them And me my young flare and the girls we were hitting Ain't it unfair how we did em, even though my dad missing I ain't never been the type to blame the tools I was given Listen up, nicky we on it, give em real, give em honest Looking at the profits that probably ain't enough Which doctors stitching me up? Should I picket at your office with a forty foot sign saying hi listen to us We couldn't give six f**s about your corny arse multis Weak arse metaphors, three bars dead em all Better than them all, we are you can bet it all Bet you double up like BNE at festival hall Work it out like a medicine bally dummy Bet on double S, double all your money We some well dressed vandals, validated villains And these drums already know too much I gotta k** em These drums already know too much I gotta k** em