Lyrics Good Luck - DJ-Z!

Shoo, drama, shoo problems
Some toxic people are magnets for drama
Dishonesty drains us because we are constantly doubting their worth
If your trust and tuition is ringing alarm bells, watch out

I′m rather your first option or not one at all
That means you'll never see me falling to your every single call
And it′s about time I give the shit you do the curtain call
You can't play games with me, I'm not your fucking doll
Now recall
That means I ain′t your boy toy or playboy
To destroy, and annoy, when you′re feeling paranoid
I avoid the drama, but for them it's their steroid
Learnt from my ma, have your weapons ready to deploy

Oi, oi, does this make me an Aussie rapper now?
Do I need the accent, you know sounding like a fucking cow
Pow, pow, I′m shooting all my enemies down
I watch em drown, while I readjust my golden crown
Stop now, I don't need to say a word at all
Just let em keep on talking, then laugh when they fall
Close em legs, you can′t be a lady but be free-for-all
I ain't use drugs, but you got me addicted to this Panadol
Instead you got a man with a dick on his head
A dickhead, bout to behead, form a new Joseph Haydn
I′m a baker, I can't stop making all this bread
Dumb head, stop talking until you get yourself ahead
Name starts with a Z, but I always get an A
Don't want to see you kissing am fuck that PDA
Got my shithead repellent, watch me give em all a spray
Keep a list of all the bitches, then at night I pray
Hey, yes you, and you
And the wanker who is sitting at the back too
This is, how to
Become like me, here is your preview
Stop chasing all the people who have stabbed you in the back
Stop that lying through your teeth and move right on form the past
That′s it, and yes I win

Now - to the person that I used to trust
Know that your time is up, you wasted all your luck
My middle fingers up, fake like your makeup
I′m doing a cleanup, by giving you the chop
Mic drop
To the person that I used to trust
Know that your time is up, you wasted all your luck
My middle fingers up, fake like your makeup
I'm doing a cleanup, by giving you the chop
Mic drop
To the person that I used to trust, I′m wishing you good luck

You will never be nothing without me
Good luck
Won't ever reach the top without me
Good luck
Won′t be classy without me
Good luck
Won't live fancy without me
Good luck, all of the sweet time with me is up
You say you didn′t give a fuck and now it came to haunt ya
Good luck, yeah you about to suck, but tough luck
To the person that I used to trust, good luck

Say goodbye to me, because you got a man
Oh was that the plan, well I don't give a damn
You both can suck my - but I won't give you that pleasure
Won′t grant that wish, won′t be touching my treasure
Wait till I enter for the show to begin
Fake bitch persona fits you like a second skin
Sad you've turned into a devil, whole life is a sin
I win cause to your hidden holes I never once fell in
Second chance and look you blew it again
I can′t call you a friend cause I could never depend
On you cause you would take but never give in the end
Only interested in talking to me bout that extra dividend
I command, that you get the fuck out the way
It's bout time I say, don′t need you to slay
You were getting afraid, so you repeat that betray
But you ran out of you're luck, it ain′t St. Patrick's Day, okay
Could call the name, but let's just say they are
Nameless, talent less, brainless, an anus
Uranus is stuck so deep down your head
But at least that explains why you′re always so brain dead
Makes sense, so I wave goodbye to the bullshit
Gotta get it out of my life
Bye, bye, cut it with a knife

Now - to the person that I used to trust
Know that your time is up, you wasted all your luck
My middle fingers up, fake like your makeup
I′m doing a cleanup, by giving you the chop
Mic drop
To the person that I used to trust
Know that your time is up, you wasted all your luck
My middle fingers up, fake like your makeup
I'm doing a cleanup, by giving you the chop
Mic drop
To the person that I used to trust, I′m wishing you good luck

You will never be nothing without me
Good luck
Won't ever reach the top without me
Good luck
Won′t be classy without me
Good luck
Won't live fancy without me
Good luck, all of the sweet time with me is up
You say you didn′t give a fuck and now it came to haunt ya
Good luck, yeah you about to suck, but tough luck
To the person that I used to trust, good luck

Get them the fuck away from me
I can't, I can't be around those guys
I don′t want to hear that shit
I don′t want to hear that shit
I don't buy it