Disciples Lyrics

Or we could just start with

Everything was right

The boys were out on the night

Quick pints, big lights, shit fights

Watch yourself mate

It's not you I don't rate

It's the way you partake

When the hour move from early till late

You're playing Frank Ocean and smoking Marlboro Reds

Like it's all a creation from your drunken head

Nice picture, take a snap when the kebabs are in the masses

The boys are getting snatches and the hash is turning into ashes

Don't flake

You can wait for days and fake your face

When some girl's gonna change her waist and weight

And some guy's gonna change your name bait you out

They here you shout but don't hear what you talk about

The old sound's not so loud the sound's fading out

I'm filled with doubt

No feelings now

It's gone somehow

Inept and fowl

Sell us out

We're in a drought

I'm drowning now

I'm drowning out

Oh shit the really cool girl's turned up

Tactical whitey

Tactical vomit in the cup

I hate to violate yah

Masturbator

But Wolfgang's on the mic

Later

I am the man with the crown

Pipe down

My kingdom is London town

Mi casa es su casa

We're smoking hash here

We're Rastas

It's just the circle of life

Mufasa in the M25

Where 25 hours a day we don't sleep

The endless cycle

Come join me I'm one of Jon's disciples