Only Lovers Left To Die

So you wanna meet my folks in that sense? Poor thing must've thought it was a one take Pull it back and tell 'em it gonna make no sense If she keeps that that manner up, tell her she can meet 'em one day Thought I said already I ain’t wanna do pretence Mad ting, on my knees on a Sunday Couldn’t get the Uber so I dropped a forty pence Put my chickens on flight and I book a ticket one way- Elevate, buck a Becky With the good hair Tell her straight that I’m married to Beyonce Demonstrate, it’s exactly what you should fear Ammo in me teste you know I’m with the gun play; Some say: Larry Bucky he's a bad kid Heavens sake, when I had another madness Obi in the wire had the 'rale going nuts But the bible on my dash put the money in the mattress Madness, let it run Yayo on the ceiling and she had a little fun Radio in the corner bangin 107.1 Polly rollin up her sleeves when it’s time to get it done: It’s the sum, I ain’t trying to have a son But I run it like I’m breezy and I love a baby mum I’m scum, slick L, fit girl, my drum I spun it and she she hit the deck and twitch, Tyson Yellow belly 'cos I walked and didn’t fight? I done the things I did and I knew it couldn’t run So I did what I thought right and I bopped into the sun Now I only ever banter with the mandem and my mum: It’s the sum, I fantasise about nyash Now I just ejaculate when they say cash I done off a Hennessy and now I’m headed back to the bar With a cheque, let me get a lemon jack 'Cos honestly a stranger’s in the mirror if I tell the truth Madness, am I ever gonna help the youth? Are you gonna bang, are you gonna hold it down? You don’t seem to give a damn that we haven’t got a parachute And we flying high, real high, young Icarus That spot light bright, these eyes look at us My guy’s no prize, these dimes pick at us It’s nice, sometimes, I gotta lick it up Madness, let it run Yayo on the ceiling and she had a little fun Radio in the corner bangin 107.1 Polly rollin up her sleeves when it’s time to get it done: It’s the sum, I ain’t trying to have a son But I run it like I’m breezy and I love a baby mum I’m scum, slick L, fit girl, my drum I spun it and she she hit the deck and twitch, Tyson Think you’re better 'cos you love your only girl? Madness, homie, you are just inactive; I cracked it, you’re imprisoned by the mattress A couple weeks, you’ll be all up out of practice Toe the line, I ain’t moving like a shmuck I don’t wanna get unpleasant, it’s uncouth of LARRY BUXXX And I think I got it sussed, nothing new for LARRY BUXXX Woo, duff man, get a brew for LARRY BUXXX! Madness, set it down- Why you in mi casa if you ain’t on getting down? Larry Bucky is a verb, Larry Bucky ain’t a noun Larry Bucky is the word and there ain’t no ceilings now Twenty-eight grams from a zip of dynamite Dead weight, baby, you might get me killed: Pinkies in the air if you finna die tonight Pinkies in the air if you finna die tonight Madness, let it run Yayo on the ceiling and she had a little fun Radio in the corner bangin 107.1 Polly rollin up her sleeves when it’s time to get it done: It’s the sum, I ain’t trying to have a son But I run it like I’m breezy and I love a baby mum I’m scum, slick L, fit girl, my drum I spun it and she she hit the deck and twitch, Tyson