Paroles de Stop, look, listen, live

Blastermann

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Verse 1
At least wait till i do something wrong
I mean i ain't drunk driving as i'm writing this song
But you jump on my back as if i'm doing something wrong
All the time while i rhyme i must be smoking a bong
Whilst robbing a shop assaulting a cop
And we mustn't forget loading my glock
When i walk down the street i must be loaded on rock
And carrying a stock to sell to the block

Bridge
But u know what fuck off
I don't need your shit
I don't need your prying eyes and i don't need your lip
I don't need u pushing me so just get over it
So don't be so jealous and don't be such a prick

Hook
I don't need this fuck off
Ain't my problem that your wife don't suck u off
And i ain't scared of you calling the cops
Cos i ain't done shit wrong and they'll just let me off

Verse 2
You wanna pass judgment?
Become a judge
Cos u don't know shit about whether there's a smudge
On my record
My license
Or even my trousers
You don't know shit
Like i don't rob houses
Someone robbed your car?
Wasn't me
The fuck would i want with a corsa from 93?
Sucks to be you but its awesome to be me
Try not to be jealous and say what you see

Verse 3
So keep the dirty looks to yourselves
If we've all done wrong
Then were all going to hell
Don't need judgement up here as well
So listen to my story as you lock up the cell
You're just as bad as me so ill see u in hell
Least i don't pretend i'm an angel as well
So ill go and get pissed and kick off with a scrote
And i'll see you in court casting your vote

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