1. |
Westside Wish
03:27
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want a girl who rides a motorbike
She gotta hit hard be keen for a fight
A pretty lady who can drink a beer
Swears like a sailor someone to cuddle later
I want a car, that drives real fast
A red paint job and comfy seats for my ass
A big engine for the skids that I be ripping
A couple cup holders for the beers that I be sipping
I want a face tat so I never work again
Rip out me front tooth and make it gold instead
I wannna smoke cones early in the morning
Sleep so much you’ll never catch me yawning
I want corona virus Isolate myself
Sick of fucking cunts who think there top shelf
Stay in bed all day probably masturbating
Uber eats at the door 5 star rating
Don’t wanna work, I wanna stay home
Drinking piss, smoking cigs on my own
An when I’m home, I wanna be alone
Watching the telly, havin a punt on my phone
I wanna sink piss every fucking day, neckin tinny after tinny out the back with me mates
Start at lunch time, finish at eleven
The closest that I’ll get to that place called heaven
I want a big house, want lots of money
I’ll be lounging around with drugs piss and heaps of honeys
I’ll be the neighbour you never will forget
Known for loud parties and heaps of group sex
Don’t wanna work, I wanna stay home
Drinking piss, smoking cigs on my own
An when I’m home, I wanna be alone
Watching the telly, havin a punt on my phone
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2. |
Cocaine Cowboy
01:32
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I get lost all the time
In my head and in my mind
Pack of ciggies and a bottle of wine
Stay off the sidewalk coz I’m driving tonight
I’m off to the pub (they won’t let him in)
Next stop is the club (they won’t let him in)
The bottle shops shut (they won’t let him in)
I’m searching for something
guess what I found in the bin
I found two bags of coke
In a Gucci wallet with plenty of notes
So I rolled one up and I gave it a go
Nearly shit my pants couldn’t feel my throat
I’m crazy, so high
Nose bleeding, white lines
Jaw clenching, eyes wide
Strutting a long through the city tonight
Cocaine cowboy
Suck my dick boy
Cocaine cowboy
I don’t know where I am
Where I’m going, where I’ve been
Wallets empty and my phone is dead
I check the time, I’m still off my head
It’s early, so late
Not night time, it’s day
Not Sunday, Monday
Won’t be working, won’t get payed
Cocaine cowboy
Suck my sick boy
Cocaine cowboy
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3. |
Southern 80 Baby
04:04
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The story starts it’s about 10 in the morning
I woke up to the sound of the boats a roaring
There she was she was standing by the river
Drinking JD after JD doing damage to her liver
So we start talking, we’re having a drink
She pulls out the beer bong, I said I like what ya think
And I reckon she had 8 or more
There she was my southern 80 baby
The one I wanna make my lady
The one, the one I wanna take to my house
It was right around that time I swear I fell in love, or was I just blessed with this bogan from up above
Either way I think the feeling was mutual because she grabbed me by the dick and told me my mullet was fucking beautiful
Before I knew it we were stumbling back to the tent, I’m sure yous all know what happened next, nothing
We were both to drink to fuck
There she was my southern 80 baby
The one I wanna make my lady
The one I wanna take back to my house
There she was my southern 80 baby
The one I wanna make my lady
The one the one that I think is grouse
So we eat some md, start getting deep
Her jaw was swinging, she’d hit the peak
She starts talking about all the usual shit
How her mum’s a fucking angel and her dads a fuckwit
I pull out a jozza, her knees get weak
It wasnt love, she was greening out she couldn’t speak
Then the final words came, can you get the bucket please
But it was too fucking late an she spewed up all over me
There she goes my southern 80 baby
The one I use to call my lady
The one, the one I hope I see her next year
There she goes my southern 80 baby
The one I use to call my lady
The one, the one that spewed up all over me
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4. |
Fuck The Cops
03:01
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My night was starting cruisey
I was on a fucking date
Some cunt started being racist
So I punched him in the face
I dropped him like a pinger
he called the cops on me
They came in being fuckwits
made it clear to see
Fuck the cops
Fuck the cops
Fuck off
Now I’m running through the back street
The cops are chasin me
I’m as unfit as a fat fuck
And i’m struggling to be breathe
I blame the Maccas diet
hungry jacks, the kfc
I grab my asthma puffer
I turn around and scream
Fuck the cops
Fuck the cops
Fuck off
I leg it trough a backyard
End up at a party
head straight for the esky
And I grab a vb
Neck a couple tinnies
Start chatting to a bird
Then they stop the fucking music
Because the cops have got the word
Fuck the cops
Fuck the cops
Fuck off
I fucking hate the cops
I hate the boys in blue
An of you don’t fucking hate them
I fucking hate you to
There racist pigs
Got nothing better to do
They ain’t protecting no one
That’s what they're meant to do
So fuck those cunts
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