[Intro: Urthboy]
Could’ve played stocks, badge says bank teller
Deluded shoe salesman with a statesmen’s umbrella
Think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into
Truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
[Pre-Verse Ad-Libs: Urthboy]
Ha ha, come on
Yeah
Oh
That sounds so sweet
You know who it is! I'm back, yeah
[Verse 1: Urthboy]
Because the wind can blow in a falsetto, enshrouding 'em
Clogged up crowd in the cold sun cowering
Like where despair and rare hope encountering
Or even getting through that twenty-four hour thing
Making monsoons out of afternoon showerings
They say, “get that cash” 'cause what it bring’s empowering
Experience enough loss you get sick of salvaging
Gutter living star-gazer, daily life devoured him
But fuck that, we follow on like Laxman and Dravid
Serve it up, we got our fill, still we keep carvin’ it
Lot of shit went down when you were passing it
Far too busy guarding it, an Elefant never forgets, it pardons it
We put the art in it, that’s not even the half of it
We make it marvellous in honour of the pioneers who fathered it
So whether we leave you carpeted like moulting hair
Or don’t care at least you know there’s nothing false in there, yeah (Come on!)
Could’ve played stocks, badge says bank teller
Deluded shoe salesman with a statesmen’s umbrella
Think of all the things that I could’ve put my heart into
Truth is, there’s nothing that I’d rather do
[Pre-Verse Ad-Libs: Urthboy]
Ha ha, come on
Yeah
Oh
That sounds so sweet
You know who it is! I'm back, yeah
[Verse 1: Urthboy]
Because the wind can blow in a falsetto, enshrouding 'em
Clogged up crowd in the cold sun cowering
Like where despair and rare hope encountering
Or even getting through that twenty-four hour thing
Making monsoons out of afternoon showerings
They say, “get that cash” 'cause what it bring’s empowering
Experience enough loss you get sick of salvaging
Gutter living star-gazer, daily life devoured him
But fuck that, we follow on like Laxman and Dravid
Serve it up, we got our fill, still we keep carvin’ it
Lot of shit went down when you were passing it
Far too busy guarding it, an Elefant never forgets, it pardons it
We put the art in it, that’s not even the half of it
We make it marvellous in honour of the pioneers who fathered it
So whether we leave you carpeted like moulting hair
Or don’t care at least you know there’s nothing false in there, yeah (Come on!)
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