[Verse 1]
Remember that night at The Hippodrome
Never knew that look when you look at me
Nervous as hell, so I didn't win a lot
You're the salt, I'm the lemon on the top
Get the feelin' that you're livin' with a patsy
Flirtin' with the bouncers a lot
Didn't expect them to frisk me
They never find baggies when they're sweatin' in your sock
[Chorus]
Heart quickens, south of the river
Mouth full of vinnie, sippin' cans full of liquor
Street light flickers, feel it in my blood
Any which way I turn out, the lights burn dimmer
And a black Bimmеr tinted out to fuck
Drives past the window with a stolеn stash in her
You know I'm all love, hatred and stuff
[Verse 2]
Part singer, dead man ringer
Still love old shows, I love John Cleese
New number, doin' shots
I hardly ever turn up to see my mates
A cucumber, I'm cool as ice
And ladies love LL, they don't love me
No care where you gonna find me
I'm still in a home of the NRA
Remember that night at The Hippodrome
Never knew that look when you look at me
Nervous as hell, so I didn't win a lot
You're the salt, I'm the lemon on the top
Get the feelin' that you're livin' with a patsy
Flirtin' with the bouncers a lot
Didn't expect them to frisk me
They never find baggies when they're sweatin' in your sock
[Chorus]
Heart quickens, south of the river
Mouth full of vinnie, sippin' cans full of liquor
Street light flickers, feel it in my blood
Any which way I turn out, the lights burn dimmer
And a black Bimmеr tinted out to fuck
Drives past the window with a stolеn stash in her
You know I'm all love, hatred and stuff
[Verse 2]
Part singer, dead man ringer
Still love old shows, I love John Cleese
New number, doin' shots
I hardly ever turn up to see my mates
A cucumber, I'm cool as ice
And ladies love LL, they don't love me
No care where you gonna find me
I'm still in a home of the NRA
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