Lyrics

The Jason Chapman Sway [Muph] One too many plenty drinks i've had And I keep on swaying from boast to brag Gotta get my coat from the bloke who's mad No smokes no photo in the dopest mag ??hopeless man Taking notes , let me soak, but I cope to stand "they act like they know this man", but I don't Now everybody has a bit of sip in their life But i'm not anybody that would hit their wife Very sloppy, but i'm not gonna stop tonight Block the light, lost in my shocking sights Burbon, swerving , persons lurking Emerging from certain liver proof institutes Its a truth , give me food "they act like they know this man", they might Hold on, like it all works out Cold one, I believe it's your shout Too much and im living in doubt Outta control, i'm really freaking out It's chill, just gotta slow down Boil ??? now pass a crown And let me sway away the crowd Today I may just make 'em proud (Chorus) Sway.... Sway.... Sway.... Lets try some of absith Brains cells peaking on absent Trying to imagine, raking this dragon Taking a wagon, shaking this fraction (off) Too may shots now i'm off my chops Bottle shop ????? in a liquor block Warm belly and telly really hits the spot I'm feeling the scotch Revealing a plot Concealing a grot, appealing on rocks Watch this stamina start to crumble All over the place, words do mumble Here we sway with the gauge past humble Here goes the rumble in the guts I drink it's time to stumble to the rut Juggle the cup, cuddle her bubble butt When you sway it's ok ya fucked Way over gauge but you haven't played enough I said way over gauge but you haven't swayed enough (Chorus) Sway.. Sway... Sway... See ? swaying left to right Headspins, good times get swept aside ??? ??? ??, left to die Road kill feels ill stepped on my pride Running low oh no were out of supplies ?? ???/? ?? I'm about to cry Weeping throughout the weekend Speaking to the cretens , leakin utter bullshit School kid foolish mentality, baffles me Casualty, casually Steps to the bar Wet from the tar Next to laugh, inspector gallah Inspect the stars won't get you far "they act like they understand this", and they do Hold on, it's a little too late Cold one, I think i've had enough mate Too much, can't feel my face Outta control my heart starts to race It's chill, cause I love the taste Same drill, stagger back to my place (Chorus) Sway.. Sway... Sway...