Purana Lyrics

Precipitate on the edge of the surface

Scrape it up, dry it out, try not to check the curtains

Worker's a taxi driver, call him Beast of Burden

What's with these flakes hitting me up uncertain

Not coke in the pan but it's good with bourbon

Scrape it up, dry it out, try not to check the curtains

Worker's a taxi driver, call him Beast of Burden

Son of Artain, if we're talking surnames

4 am, still ducking ducks and geese

You sort bikie bricks, I sort the dust heaps

Aussie green grows, don't stock any gum leaves

Me versus the world, me and my custys

Bottle to the head straight settled him down, call it Kalma

Been cutting all this hair up with VB3, like a barber

Only have to flip an O to buy a mix and master

Netherlands too hot so the plug drove down and shipped them from France

Now it's in the boot next to the same shotgun killed Pat and Moran

Get this champagne to ravers 'cause they wanna sell caps and dance

Client wants to be mates with me but he's got none to offer me

Can't get my amounts, can't flip shit quick that he gets off of me

Just a hipster doof bitch who thinks he knows quality

Precipitate on the edge of the surface

Scrape it up, dry it out, try not to check the curtains

Worker's a taxi driver, call him Beast of Burden

What's with these flakes hitting me up uncertain

Not coke in the pan but it's good with bourbon

Scrape it up, dry it out, try not to check the curtains

Worker's a taxi driver, call him Beast of Burden

Son of Artain, if we're talking surnames

Hate the War on Drugs but that war made me rich

Envelope in the post would get me new kicks

Send a couple bags down the coast, funny how the money shifts

Still won't save my brother hanging in the mist

Razors and rocks, scraping like crows feet

This phone is a Cipher not a fuckin Sony

Too many fat k lines, now there's two of me

Doubled at the back of my head, I'm not lonely