Текст песни Panther - Too Many T's

Panther
Panther
We go wild
Get back
Gonna slam the red on the 8 track
Man I go wild, Bareback
Gonna run the red on the 8 track
We go wild, Get back
Gonna slam the red on the 8 track
Man I go wild, Bareback
Gonna run the red on the 8 track
Your record bag stinks man, scrap that
On my slipmats man I got big wax
All my kit-kat chillers
And my zig-zag fillers
Go wild like you've never been laid-back Come'a come'a come on
Get down off ya high horse
Too high two eyes on a cyborg
I'm inclined to come alive in the nighttime Baby I'm a firework lover
Like Guy Fawkes Yo jump like a cat on the boogie damn fat Bird of
Paradise and the parrot goes snap In the
Palm hand of my hand, got a couple supernovas
Man its hard to be grand, when you're dribbling all over
C'mon I jump into the pen to get messy Messed up in the head but my
Legs are like Messi's I'm a I'm a kid who got
Skills you ain't ready I'm a nutmeg you n ya crew n ya
Panther
We go wild
Get back
Gonna slam the red on the 8 track
Man I go wild, Bareback
Gonna run the red on the 8 track
We go wild, Get back
Gonna slam the red on the 8 track
Man I go wild, Bareback
Gonna run the red on the 8 track
Hasta la vista mister say ciao
God never gave me these legs to lay down God never gave me
This gob to stay shut So quit, go pop ya blister, sit down
You're caught up in fine print, T&Cs
While your eyes are going red from the weakest weed
I see ya say you're doing tracks but ya raps are weak
But you blame it on the wheat and no omega 3
I'm the baddest Man
I leave the rest embarrassed
Wanna be peak but their beaks be parrots
They wanna succeed but their dreams invalid
Come on little donkey reach for the
Carrot Pay now, PayPal, pay per view
If you ain't got the dolla, you can paint my room
It's all up on our pamphlet, newest of old school
I delivered it to you and your crew and your panther
We go wild
Get back
Gonna slam the red on the 8 track
Man I go wild, Bareback
Gonna run the red on the 8 track
We go wild, Get back
Gonna slam the red on the 8 track
Man I go wild, Bareback
Gonna run the red on the 8 track
Stranger danger who are you
Man your riding solo, where the fuck's your crew
You better be no enemy running on our jewels
I'm a step on you with venom if anything ain't cool
Stop, you can fantasise
But you're nothing but a prop at a pantomime
You're getting washed away like a sand design
I got a bag full of plans and a
Mastermind Go waste that time, candy crush
I'd rather waste my brain on angel dust
Go push, or rush yourself into a bus
Or wake up and step up you game like a boss
I've been ringing the big bell n everything In the ring swinging the
Big bag n belly ring Never gonna sling in the towel
If I'm wrestling I'll leave ya eye black as a... Panther
We go wild
Get back
Gonna slam the red on the 8 track
Man I go wild, Bareback
Gonna run the red on the 8 track
We go wild, Get back
Gonna slam the red on the 8 track
Man I go wild, Bareback
Gonna run the red on the 8 track
We go wild
Wild, wild