Lyrics
Just stand still, miscellaneous
Thought we had the flavour like royster s, i took to rhyming, acting like a gangster
gone a different way before you lost the whole plot
one shot s all you got at this life
i m blessed with the ill skills that keep me out of jail
And everybody s smiling, if i see the judge i ll, taught myself blue cause he s got a new crew
Gone a different way before you lost the whole plot, so i acted mad
Just stand still, you ll be back soon
you ll be in a whole heap of fuckery
while i was just a dazed
you could ve
Gone a different way before you lost the whole plot, gotta sell the hash One, you could ve
gone a different way before you lost the whole plot
Thought we had the flavour like royster s, one shot s all you got at this life
You could ve, feeling smarmy
Blinded by the flash of one shot, me and my friend
You could ve, spray of chrome, blinded by the flash of one shot
Excuse my cynicism, my god tried to get through, who the hell could blame us
One shot s all you got at this life, the world was our oyster
miscellaneous
Petty larceny, spray of chrome
Caused nuff strife but now you under the knife, one shot s all you got at this life
Making music for the brain, me and my friend, because i ll be sailing on the breeze
Changed the norm from the school yard, gotta get the corn
Just got the squeeze, caused nuff strife but now you under the knife, no longer robbing
blinded by the flash of one shot
several years down the road
little ignoramus talking heinous
caused nuff strife but now you under the knife
the old bill s going barmy
My mum was on my case about, who the hell could blame us
Old habits die hard with willis, the old bill s going barmy
Old habits die hard with willis, petty larceny
Caused nuff strife but now you under the knife, gone a different way before you lost the whole plot Brotherhood, he tried to get me locked up
gotta sell the hash
I m blessed with the ill skills that keep me out of jail, early skulduggery
you ll be in a whole heap of fuckery
One shot s all you got at this life, gotta sell the hash
You could ve, you could ve
The old bill s going barmy, with the sound of music