paroles de chanson Croutons - murphhh

Yeah
Stole croutons from Lidl, Just a morsel of the crime
Got all this bank, Bryn Loan won't get a dime
I'm out for blood with my killer rhymes
I'm the rap vampire, It's morbing time

Look at pics of feet when I beat my meat
I'm like Ben Amos with my clean sheet
Got Lizzo's brand new track on repeat
But it's a flop like a Jamie Noble tweet

Causing a scandal like Boris
It's hotter in the studio than warm ass porridge
There's no AC to my knowledge
Sweating like Logan Paul in a Japanese forest

You're not on a Blues Brothers themed log flume, Hank
This bitch is so ratchet I'm looking for Clank
The basketball - catch it - the Mormons are dank
The question - Sam asked it - was "do you do pranks?"

I've been sided on my own
I don't know what the hell I own
If I can see the working truth
Then you've got nothing left to prove

Woooo!

Your mum's phone number, I ring it
You want the heat, then I'll bring it
I don't use Google, I bing it
Call me royal flush cause that's king shit

I'll dish up your tea, some steak served raw
There's fish in the sea and birds in the moor
They're fine to me, I like mammals more
Come dine with me is on Channel Four

Spit words like a curse from witches with birds
Fanatical vanity project - Fred Durst
You jump in headfirst but you can't reverse
You're getting submerged, you should have rehearsed

You can't separate art from the artist
Take out my heart, there's a hole where the heart is
Sometimes it's easy to start it
But reaching completion is always the hardest

I've been sided on my own
I don't know what the hell I own
If I can see the working truth
Then you've got nothing left to prove

Reach out and grab it, it's only in front of you