Civilized - Cult of The Damned, Stinkin Slumrok, Salar

I been waiting at the top for you, where you been?

x 4

First on the scene, bang, through the door

The gun, the badge, a rogue cop with no support

And I’m supposed to hold the fort?

Now hold that thought, hold the phone

There’s no one home, I’m here, I’m all alone

And I been waiting at the top for you, where you been?

I radioed in, an hour ago, I radioed in

Maybe it’s him, maybe it’s me, maybe I’m losing it

Now where could they be, wait for the WOO, the sound of the music in

Yo, it all started rather civilised

Cheeky little pint

Five minutes later, swigging whisky with my eyes, plural

Coordinated when I smoke and drink something purple

Cut the Persil, to push at Churchills, it’s nothing personal

Yo, it’s strong shit

That’s why it burns your nose

Nobody laugh 'cos, uh, everybody’s gotta blag

To stab more cash and get trollied on the razz

And bankroll hash

Just to show I got a bit of class, I mix the Frosty’s with the yak

Fuck popping bottles for these slags

If you’re anything like me, you’re obviously smashed

You lot aren’t get Ps like many riches

You lot are getting Ps like R Kelly’s bitches

I’m telling kiddas your clique is ten a penny

We’re merry Henny drinkers

Don’t ask questions, that’s brick peli peli business

MC’s bezzies with plenty sisters

Cos I’m a smooth talking cat, like a friend of Lister’s

Talking the swegg-est

Sporting the fresh-est

Nautica NS

'83, don’t play with me

Cold saggin' absinthe shots

Scrap with plod

Leave for half a job

Bobbing, land of nod slap his fod

Bill Shakes, twisted face

Been awake 60 days, didn’t flake

Stack me dinner plate Christmas day

Kill it straight

Drunk, scruffy

Spend drug money on butties and munchies

Vodka caner

Cosmic vapour blazer

Pass it like a hot potato

It’s a good day for the night

Looking like I just woke up, 'cos I just woke up

5pm, I dream meself alive again

Find me zen

Vodka in me Berocca

Exposing meself like Ziggy Sobotka

Kicking your crown chakra off your head

Off me head

Took the bread and the chocolate spread

Then left it on the side for the flies

Pour some liquor out for the untimely demise of the vibe

Comfortably sad, I run in your pad

Eat the big piece of chicken and nuggy your dad

Lad, me first words were 'what's happening, laaa?'

I’m the greatest of all time, ask me Ma

I went round the corner, to see if Trouble’s home

Smoke weed and watch cartoons on Crunchyroll

I hope the girls I treated bad still love me loads

'Cos I tried to give a fuck but I couldn’t though

22, I done over a hundred shows

Didn’t have any merch, I just hussled dope

Promoters trying not to pay, the days I had nothing sold

But I always got my money though

I was a kid back then and now I’m fully grown

My journey gonna be one of the greatest stories told

I’m sweet

Black on them white like Oreos

Drugs, money, women

Swear it’s like all I know

I’m on a B-M B-M-T

With your BMs B-M-T

Send a DM on DMT

Russian' in my blood like a vodka shot

Drinking molatov cocktails on the rocks

My mood’s on and off, like a light switch

On and off

In the coffee shop, nodding off

I need to draw the line like dot to dot

Cup full of cosmic slop, Funk Doctor Spock

Let it begin, Under the Bed it begun

You do the talk when I walk

We get it said and it’s done

We get it said and it’s done

Devil Gang on my neck

I went to Hell just for fun

Do these gally got ask me why I always talk in grease, Slum

Told her 'shut that noise, slut, I’ll making them fucking knees burn'

Got big body bitches, bit of beagle and some cheap rum

And what’s that about the Swamp?

Yo nigga get your head fried

Try to oppose the squad, vacated as the dead type

Just stick around for pussy potent pounds

They call me Young Macbeth

Wear your blood all on my hands and my back, woah

Everytime we shut the venue down

Yeah your shit, blood

Man can taste my pubies in her mouth

Nigga get dough, 'fore you try to understand what we’re about

Sacrifice it to the cult

I take it and return you now

Yo, in my mind, there’s too many dead cells

I’mma stick to being dead, 'cos being dead sells

Sniff two lines and my chest swells

You know what, I guessed well

Might send a card saying 'get well'

Or I might send a call saying 'fetch Trell'

Find me in a bar where the sex smells

Been a hot minute since I left Hell

Yeah well, Hilfiger X-L

No regrets but the debt dwells

Yo, this one here a game changer

Two Stellas, hit bae with a haymaker

I been waiting at the top for you, where you been?

I been waiting at the top for you, where you been?

I been waiting at the top for you, where you been?

I been waiting at the top for you, where you been?