Splurgeboys - Do Till I lyrics

[Hook] 99 problems but a b**h ain't one (Kobe) But did you burn this god damn house right down? (Sophie) Throw something at ya just for acting dumb (Naomi) Show the paparazzi my bogies for being nosey Yeah, I D.O. till I O.D Yeah, I D.O. till I O.D Yeah, I D.O. till I O.D I D.O till somebody call the police Yeah, I D.O. till I O.D Yeah, I D.O. till I O.D Yeah, I D.O. till I O.D I D.O. till somebody call the police [Verse 1] Knock knock, who's there? Your daddy's worst nightmare I'm mile high club fly Them other rappers Ryanair (I swear) How the hell do I say this sh**? How the hell do I say this sh**? How the hell do I say this sh**? How the hell do I get away with this? Pardon me if I swear But what a f**ing year A lot of s**, d** and rock and roll But the doctors say I'm all clear We've got girls over there We've got girls over there By the time the night is over They're gonna be in their underwear All my greedy people get ugly Specs on like I study Break her heart if she love me If you ain't on the jury, don't judge me My favourite pair of cheap Monday's My belt Crocodile Dundee I got David Becks on my undies And I got a girl that lives in your country, ho [Hook] [Verse 2] I want to scream but I'm baritone I'm f**ing lean and I'm Sharon Stone Straight up your Ali G, Sacha Baron Cohen Alright, I'm doing Ellie's mansion up in Marylebone Tell the groupies no camera phones It costs a lot to wear rags and bones ? on that eighth floor And bring back a bunch of tag-alongs We run this city like marathons Disturbing London vagabond ? When I bang a blonde to a Cameron song My sane people go mental Crazy people go gentle What you call it? Shut up prick, I call it experimental I'm one of the UK's most influential I don't really give a f** if I offend you And I've got a piece of wood in my trousers, girl That's really easy to a**emble [Hook] [Outro] Yeah I D.O. till I O.D On my Nintendo playing Mario and Yoshi Yeah ordered some mutton I'm teaching Gordon Ramsey how to make a roti I put diamonds in my rose wreath Cleanup on aisle five to mosh pits in row three Put your f**ing hands up like a goalie I O.D. on Ozs but this is poetry