Sunshine - Lee Scott, Illinformed

I believe in truth over love

Peaced out with blood and feathers on me hands like «Who choked the dove?»

Fuck knows, is there any woodrose capsules left?

I’m ignant with a capital «F»

I knew it was a foul but I’m mad at the ref

Feigning anger catching me breath

Pro plus with diazepam, you need to try harder man

Sit down, it’s bigger than hip-hop and drugs

I skip towns, jib jobs and shrug or I’d be pissed off for good

Rocking beats Kris Kross refused

On the booze, acting like you want to lose, got to choose

Sometime, it’s more than a punchline, mate

I’m Leezus, I turn smart water into dumb wine

And apart from completely losing me mind I’m doing just fine

Sunshine…

Sunshine, on a cloudy day

Get out me way (x4)

I was about to pay

I’m gonna fix the world with a hundred pounds of clay

Get down and pray

To me balls while I’m staring at the paint on the walls

Pondering something like: «What the fuck is life?»

And how’d ya spell it?

Yay be grateful now regret it

Here’s your broken dreams in a bag, the world offers proudly

Cut from the same cloth as Towelie

I need a ride or die bitch, like Ronda Rousey

To put these groupie whores in order for me cause I’m proper drowsy

(I'm a funny guy…)

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Errr

Find out next episode of it probably won’t air

Cause I’m too busy tellin' you’s I don’t care to care

And I’m too rare to ponder me own wear and tear

And I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I hope I’m nearly there

Para, I think I need some better skunk

Slurring words and not only when I’m drunk

Slumped over the table dropping knowledge when I should be getting crunk

Sunshine, on a cloudy day

Get out me way (x4)