DJ L-STREET (INTRO)
Welcome. I am the most known, unknown, most hated, most debated DJ L-Street live out of planet Perth. This is First World’s single. Dribbles!
They ask if I believe in heaven or not
Or if I think the devil is God
The answers, I dread like the Predator’s locks
What I question it for? Of what I’m sensitive of
They ask if I’ve ever been in a mosque
Should Iraq just be levelled with bombs?
I’m more worried if my dealer’s doing credit or not
Well, should I message or what? Should I message him, huh?
Used to not have an anything
Or having everything for one night when I was taking ecstasy
Taking anything. I was making frenemies
It looked like I was moving up but trust me, I was centipeding
I was investing deep in bongs like I was never breathing
Only wanted girls of white like it was wedding season
It’s like I’m stuck down here and I’m never leaving
The weed stank like dairy. Called it cheddar cheese and
I could never shine bright like a diamond
Feeler darker than the guys that were mining them
Suicidal, homicidal, any side will do
See the inner doubts side on what’s inside of you
And I hate cause I’ve never lost
Even with three point to the head like triceratops
You can try sleep on me like a [serry’s?] dropped
Call me doctor, yeah then post me to a letterbox
And I wish my mum could see me as a kid again
Put aside our differences. I’m sorry I’m an idiot
Is it the ink that I printed on my skin?
Or the sniff that I was sniffing? I got mixed up in some sickness
Told my mum that I’d make her proud
Remember that Toyota that we had that kept breaking down?
And I know my dad, he got her in a safer house
But I ain’t stopping ’til I’m putting figures in their bank account
I gotta make it out. I hate to stay around
Dropping off to customers. You could say it’s a paper-route
Plus I wanna make my boys all proud
Want a girl that I can trust enough to share a joint account
You need money to make money
Wonder if bees need honey to make honey
It’s funny. Thieves need nothing to take something
We’ve all got one dream that’s running away from us
Used to have a Tony Montana fantasy
Drinking on balconies, million-dollar chandeliers
In reality, my man got done trafficking
So I packed it in, went AWOL. That’s an acronym
I was absent without leave
Plus I get anger without weed
For me, it’s hard to see a sunny day
My brother’s mother shot herself on Mother’s Day
And I know it ain’t my mother but it stung the same
We’ve all got different obstacles to play the jumping game
But you could either choose to run away
Or try to stick it out and pray there’ll be a sunny day
But I can’t guarantee it
It’s a weird world we live in. Onomatopoeia
They only showed me the apple. I just had to eat it
Can you keep a secret? Promise you won’t repeat it?
Promise you won’t judge me? What if you don’t believe it?
Nah, I don’t keep no secrets. After every song, I’m bleeding
I ain’t scared to lay them all out
I showed you my cards. I played them all down
I showed you my heart. I hate to talk now
Alone in the dark. Well, make them mourn now
And normal? What’s a normal life?
It ain’t scoring ice in quarters at a time like it was quarter-time
Where do I draw the line? Or should I snort the line?
Or should I get on my feet and try to walk to line?
If I had have bought a house, I’d probably mortgage mine
Cause every night it feels like I’m sleeping on a porcupine
“You the wrong guy in the wrong place at the wrong time.”
“Story of my life.”