Big Moustache ft. Dj KIRSA Lyrics

Bombed out in Bombay

You got me speaking francais

Ill be sleeping all day

If you come creeping on me

Then ill be moving with stealth

And ill be oozing with health

And ill cruising to wealth

Till im loosening my belt

And ill be proving my self

Till theres no room on my shelf for all the trophies in hell

And you can chauffeur me well

And ill be loosing my rhythm

But you'll just get what your given

You cant be dead without living

Although you may be forgiven

For thinking opposite schisms

Take Allen's car you'll be driven

From the lord you have striven

Long as the road remains hidden

Then you'll be blind in the dark

Till you decide to embark

That’s right your picture is stark

Till you'll be leaving your mark

Its like a whistling dame

Lets make a toast to the map

So just Don’t give me no crap

And just Don’t give me no turd

I swear I give you my word

U know No sober man slurred

This flow is far from absurd

U see my vision is blurred

Well take The path of the bird

Im Flowing As the crow flies

U No I Tell you no lies

Get down u know I low lie

Although Never know why

Would ever Let it go by

Just Let it show your show shy

The feline got you tongue tied

Cloud of carbon dioxide

Making you breath in that mess

Im receiving distress

Im talking needles in flesh

So come and feed from my breast

Woke up in the morning and im feeling alright

Woke up in the morning and im feeling alright