Top It Up

Lyrics
[Intro] He's dead Yeah, he died Can't your remember? That's what you're here for He's dead [Verse 1] I shove it up I can do it, fit as fuck Two and a half at a time Just to make another eight squeeze And push out big muscles as fuck Yes, please No drama Click in lift it up for the body armor I ain't yim, these pub dickheads Lyle and Scott, Adidas wheeze Tombstone knights around King Arthur's cheese His dosh, two strokes doctor come here, please Life down, wings and wheels I know the roads of fair England now Airlock, everybody is a fucking cock Text dead men, burrowed deep in the holes of Nationalist dens them men Spittin' out, two lines on the table At a fucking funeral for somebody who got sick of two lines on the table [Chorus] Top it up At least the DJ's alright I'm on a buzz Shove it up At least the DJ's alright I'm on a buzz Shove it up Shove it up Shove it up Shove it up [Verse 2] The shine of the varnished bar Menu cards, new menu, 2 meat, peri peri chicken Ales blend into sleep Into what? The rope is your destiny The silence of the grams Family don't like no fucker TASCAM, 4-track, the real map, the way out Ah, fuck that Give me the key You want a fucking class tune? Then here you go then, gravy bum You can have this one on me What a nice man There was nothing nice about the dickhead man As peel hits the floor His kids throwing fruit about 'Til she's old enough to break the law [Chorus] Top it up At least the DJ's alright I'm on a buzz Shove it up At least the DJ's alright I'm on a buzz Shove it up Shove it up Shove it up Shove it up [Outro] Take me away from it I don't want to go near it I don't want to go near it Take me away from it I don't want to go near it Take me away from it Take me away from it I don't want to go near it Take me away from it
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Credits
- Writers
- Andrew Fearn
- Jason Williamson