Exodiah - Lordy Lord

i keep trying to do this

but every body goes wrong

i keep trying to do right

but every time i get lost

i keep trying to chase it

but every breath is so long

when am i gonna make this

never if you keep putting on a front

i want my boys to bang my fucking songs

in the back of the car ill drop that fucking bomb

riding in the rari thats six foot long

i blossom like a flower man i fucking honk

of the freshest hugo boss

got the piffest weed im at no loss

holy christ is stood on the decking with no cross

looking for a line of frost

or some pills that he can scoff

because your gods a writeoff

lost thoughts mind warped im lord your forced

follow me onto dawn everybody gets a go thats what she's for

cheap whores night sores when you wake up you regret more

gonna keep going till your head hits the floor

11 in the morn bright lights in your eyes what you been on

many times have i been wrong

let bygones be bygones

that little civic is a write off

burning fires like guy fawkes

smoking piff living on high thoughts

the all seeing eye is a fucking cylcopse

so maybe im wrong we living with the lights off

run in jd, brand new high top

then i stop realize what im fucking doing

little suzie on the block needs another shooting

running round in circles waiting for another bruising

we on the m1 with our m9 locked and we fucking cruising

your teams gonna be snoozing losing

tying the loop they ready to lose it

your boys keep looking at me for improvement

but i aint gonna be the one the to improve them