Big Buck Star Lyrics

Big Buck Star by Caxton Press

• Meet this young guy named Buck,
• A smart boy who had a life but somehow got stuck,
• He’d triple S, Shit, shower, shave, 3 times a day,
• Clean as you like till he met the white stick Jay,
• Things were smooth, he learned to make a profit off hash,
• Chop, bag, some for himself and the rest cash,
• That undermined him, he held a steady hand through his art,
• He could turn a blank piece of paper into pure class,
• I used to like him, we’d spend our lunchtimes getting blazed,
• A connoisseur, the first to introduce me to haze,
• Torn between the white collar and the speed of success,
• Mixed with a love for drugs, quick money and sex,
• He was large, could scare the bigger man on the block,
• Never met his match, he could beat a man on the spot,
• Not his way but he knew that he could do it if he had to,
• Leave you with a cracked tooth, then walk off and strap zoots,
• Buck was a figure you could easily identify,
• Height would leave you mesmerised, certainly a better guy,
• Test his patience, he would run in your house,
• Punch up your mouth, his strength wasn’t nothing to doubt,
• But when I say he never met his match, that was a lie,
• He met his maker in the form of a tab,
• Didn’t quite master the high he took for granted,
• Fucked with the wrong bitch and now his life was slanted,
• He would take it out on people till the cows come home,
• But nothings worse than a mental battle up in your dome,
• I take my time out to reminisce the man that I knew,
• Pour a glass every year for the Buck that had grew,
• It takes me back to days fishing on the side of the Thames,
• And how I wish I could relive all of those times again,
• A closed chapter but now comes the worst of it all,
• I’m still remembering the day that I received the call,
• We were in Notts, studying for life as a bum,
• Both learned that education never taught us the sums,
• Weed and drink was our education, nuff said,
• Until my presence got replaced by the voice in his head,
• He went mad, paranoia to the highest degree,
• There was a time when the bredder tried to fight with me,
• Barricaded our front door, needed more then a key,
• Cos’ he thought that someone else would wanna see him deceased,
• Deep down I knew the drink was talking,
• Like the twin towers, its hard to see this figure falling,
• Hit the morning, see him sat with no sleep not yawning,
• Working out conspiracies the voice is calling,
• Convinced that everything in his life was a scam,
• Got tired of giving and never getting it back,
• His life was fishing, art, bud and sesame snaps,
• Turned to living fast, drugs, mashed in derelict flats,
• Cemetery dancing, more taking and less asking,
• False prospect, pure fakes seem enhancing,
• There’s less margin, when the profit seems obvious,
• Until your bodies buried in a coffin or sarcophagus,
• But he knew that it was them that didn’t understand,
• Always thought he’d have a chance to live inside his wonderland,
• The doctor called and he was moved into care,
• But couldn’t take being told that his mind wasn’t there,
• So the day came his dad picked him up at his flat,
• Tried to carry on but something was pulling him back,
• It was society that let him down, he’d prefer it with his head in clouds,
• Had to put his guard up not let it down,
• So he decided he would call it a day,
• Hang up his boots and this is why I’m calling his name,
• Big Buck star, shining bright, holding it down,
• For every step that you took, left a hole in the ground,
• And every word that you spoke is like a poetry cloud,
• Just reminiscing all the times we were moping around,
• Without nothing much to do except smoke and be proud,
• Put the world to rights, that’s what our flo was about…..

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