GOOSED - Lee Scott

Bell me mate Billy Brimstone and get yourself a Nuke Proof Suit

Cause it’s going off like mizzy night on Tuebrook

Mute, listening to loops, living in unreality

Thinking of an excuse, better than I was goosed

To get me «ourra» whatever I’m gettin «ourra» (ourra = out of)

Know what I’m saying la?

Yeah?

Nah?

Nah?

Yeah!

The news reports;

there’s only losers in this brutal sport

Choose which massacre you support

(I'm) sitting off in the clouds, watching planets form

Until the Matrix crashed, blocking ads for porn

Torn between;

whether I should not give a shit or a fuck

Putting you down while I’m living it up

This is a pop hit for the club

616 is for the kids in the hood

I want a spacious, 2 bed, well lit coffin

You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone, I miss nothin'

Know what the fuck I’m sayin'

It’s all gone to shit so there’s no point in prayin'

(SORTED OF REPEATED X 4)

Don’t let me catch you slipping like Wenger in lime street

I’m stepping on your dreams with elephant sized feet

Then walking off into where the heavens skies meet, can in hand

And you best believe the laughter’s canned

A few bags of sand short of the average cost of livin'

I’d be a walking contradiction if I wasn’t sittin'

Politickin', waiting for the plot to thicken

But I’m off if drinkin' Isn’t in the job description

I’ve got the right addiction but the wrong prescription

And time on me hands but nothin' in em'

You don’t want to listen but I’m givin you the what for

Like do you know who I am?

Cause I’m not sure anymore

But it doesn’t matter anyway

You probably already know like the NSA

Too broke to mend

Waiting for this Scouse/Wooly back rap music to trend

It’s cool though, can’t do it;

pretend

People read me like a book but I ruin the end

That’s lovely but me smile wouldn’t load

I’m over the top, down the other side, and a mile up the road