Drop Of Poison Lyrics

Drop Of Poison by Split Prophets

• I like my town
• With a little drop of poison
• Nobody knows
• They're lining up to go insane

• Yeah, Yo, Yo
• It's just another day without a dollar
• I'm praying out to God, but
• He ain't listening to what I'm saying when I holler
• I'm trying to do my music and be making money proper
• But I don't want to sell my soul to snakes wearing collars
• Be a victim of the industry; get raped for my honour
• Want to make it look like I'm getting famous and hotter
• I'd rather do it my own way and do it proper
• Learn to work hard 'til I'm a scholar
• Yeah, sometimes I don't live right
• I get drunk and hit guys
• Terrorise people wearing their jeans skin-tight
• Naughty by nature so at times that's how I live life
• I forget to think right then wonder why it brings fights
• But still, deep down inside, I know I should think right
• Develop my skill until it goes from big to king-size
• I hope you're prepared; I'm here without an invite
• Giving you an insight on how the fuck I live life

• I like my town
• With a little drop of poison
• Nobody knows
• They're lining up to go insane

• Come check my ways, there's breys with crazed faces
• Jakies, fakes, racists, rapists, Babe [?]
• Laces make chases, chases stay hating
• Blazing days waste to tame by brain raging
• It's like we're trained to make our days wages
• Plates get scraped stainless breys will blaze vagrant
• Blades and aim flamers, taking change changes
• Fuck their wars, it's fraud to make papers
• Corpses stain pavements, courts'll frame cases
• Ought to make payments, playing the same game as
• The people stood in front of them, criminals run this country
• Men and women working under them, feels like I'm under ten
• Thousand tons of pressure so I burn the pain to nothingness
• Ain't nothing better when you're stressing, getting wet in the weather
• Depressed and letting it wreck ya
• You gotta keep your head straight, stay awake, and never let up

• I like my town
• With a little drop of poison
• Nobody knows
• They're lining up to go insane

• Yo, we jam in places where there's piggies always close by
• Never keep a closed eye in case a copper roll by
• Trying to claim we stole bikes, then search us with those old lies
• You've got no lives; fuck off, piggie, go die (ha)
• Try to confiscate my weed and my spraypaint
• Take my name, age, and address to do a [?]
• Mate, it's a crazed state where the papers made many wage slates
• Save pennies, make change is my motto, cotched in the grotto with a bottle
• And a big ziggie lurking round in the shadows of sin city
• Brisk, often shitty, it's grimy, grim, gritty
• Where police show no pity for kiddies – [the kiddie's witty]
• Sick kids will stick you with shivs for six guineas
• Yeah, shit, really, but I love it, though
• Spit a bit of poison on these dirty roads, bro, then I'm running home

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