paroles de chanson More Of The Raw - Funkoars

Good morning, this is your hotel porter
11AM, time for your checkout.
Oh, god. Who was that?
Who are you?
That's why I give you more of the raw
That's why I give you more of the raw
That's why I give you more of the raw
That's why I give you-that's why I give you
That's why I give you more of the raw
That's why I give you more of the raw
That's why I give you more of the raw
That's why I give you-that's why I give you
That's why I give you more of the raw
Hey, yo
Before we jump this shit off
A lot of shit changed since the last record, so
Let me get you up to speed on the internal hangover
That is our miserable fucking lives
That you find so much pleasure in listening
And laughing about, ha ha ha ha ha
Funny guys
Now, welcome to the party of sin
Where everyone look sus, like they harbouring a
Well, I'ma get this started with some Jagar shots
Six in the bar, people start thinking 'oars getting paid a lot
Now, that's a false accusation, you're probably fine
The 'Oar occupation's just above the poverty line
And debt collectors still hand on my arse
The cash that I've dumped in like
But I ain't mad at her
It wasn't gonna work without that nicotene habit
I'm that drunk sleasy bastard who skis at the bar chicks
Fight with my printer and piss on my carpet
Now, that's a night with my man JD
Been eight years and radio still won't play me
For the record, I write rhymes for my record
And the people in the front, I wouldn't change it for a second
Listen, this ain't the future, all the best, it's here
It's nodding heads, holding hands over your step kid's ears
It's rock bottom, it's never saving a penny or living life
Like Wesley Snipes before the cops come in, huh
It's reinforcing that shit you know
It's the kids staying quiet my flow
It's a bunch of "let's go"s and yes for good measure
A couple of go-getter's so you got it, terrible shit
This is decibel deafening shit
This is definitely evidence how pessimists lived, it's this
It's being glad to back
It's the bass line and drum kits for days
It's the doing my work without the whips and chains
It ain't maybe and catchy
It's the drugs they pump before playing a patchy
Live and direct from the wreck of a mine
And it's mine and I find that it's fine when I'm dining
On the kind of insane shit that needs warnings
Your shit's boring
And it's about time for more of the raw so I kick in a course
Once it's audible, Seddy Jason Bourning 'em all
Whatever happens to the real life rapping
With the rims slapping, I'm feeling a beat 'cause the drum banging
You've been hanging with a scab and a thief (oi)
I thought you were a man like Avril Lavigne (fuck)
You ain't been to war if you're keen for it
And hey Trials, you better co operate
You better adopt a better way to get away
What you're feeling is real, huh, you frivellous fuck
It's the late night bass in the crates
Four in the morning, hotel porter banging the door in
Anybody there (Oi Seddy)
It's your hotel porter (Oi, turn it off)
(Fucking hell) I need to have a word (Shut the fuck up)
I can hear you guys in there (Oi, the dude's here)
I'm gonna give you to the count of three (Motherfucker)
And I'm coming in (Shit)
One (shit, shit) Two (he he he)