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Drought Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
Feeling rattled
Just take a seat and stay in your
Saddle, must take a leap, not a muppet like
Fraggle, up doodoo creek no luck no
Paddle, just pay the price for your vice not
Haggle, straight up ahead those carrots do
Dangle, wanna cut corners wanna cut
Angles, no rest just wrestled
Wrangled, vandals blowing out
Candles, this darkness I can't handle
Looking for the sun and Jesus sandals
No greed no cheat no gamble
Country mangled in a shambles
Sinking going south
Sinking growing doubt
Thinking kick you out
Stinky shut your mouth
Stinking all about
In vain you cry and shout
Around you thieving louts
No cash so dry it's drought
Loaded carrying bags of stones and boulders
Weight weighing on my shoulders
No sign the track grew colder
So fearful I grew bolder
Unhinged unwired need soldered
Nothing new it's all getting older
Can't watch tell me when it's over
Monotony when I'm sober
I tell you it's an odd one
World shut down can't log on
Nobody knows where's God gone
Grime and slime like frogs spawn
Nowadays everybody got a problem
Nowadays everybody wanna solve them
Say a wrong word you assault one
Take that wound put salt on
Need a filter I install one
A higher form is called on
That smokey single malt one
Find it hard to fault one
Sinking going south
Sinking growing doubt
Thinking kick you out
Stinky shut your mouth
Stinking all about
In vain you cry and shout
Around you thieving louts
No cash so dry it's drought
Watching reaction videos of people watching videos
Maybe I'm getting really old
But Isn't that just a bit silly though?
Clicking on busses to prove that I'm human
I am so human I click on the busses
Living like it's in the show of the Truman
All doom and gloom straight down the loo flushes
It is all toilet
Plan never foil it
Tin hat foil it
Break it down boil it
Google they soiled it
This'll be royal lit
Shoot recoil hit
Who is the loyalist
Sinking going south
Sinking growing doubt
Thinking kick you out
Stinky shut your mouth
Stinking all about
In vain you cry and shout
Around you thieving louts
No cash so dry it's drought