Dead Players, Lee Scott - Do It lyrics

Go and get me another drink like

Ain't no shoulda, woulda
Coulda when it comes to getting
Out of my mind i just do it, do it, do it
Ain't no shoulda, woulda
Coulda when it comes to getting
Out of my mind i just do it, do it, do it

Bring that bounce by the fluid ounce
In the house drinking some shit
That I can’t pronounce
Big amounts in the system
I’m feeling marvellous
You ain’t gonna fuck with my bubble
By starting arguments
What a cunt, that’s the analysis
Dabbla stay happy as Larry
Whoever Larry is?!
Spinning a million different narratives
Whilst I’m showing you who the daddy is
Unanimous verdict, magnanimous
Polygraphic platters with traffic
I’m in your canisters
The highest ranking ambassadors
Couldn’t understand
So they ran with a pack of jaguars
Such a hazardous world but it feels rare
Must remain courageous and all
Of them tings there for now
Back to the buzz whilst it's still there
Just promise you’ll be sticking my
Dick in a wheelchair

The clocks melting
Stop yelping it’s not helping
I figured life out with my
Head in the troth belching
I blame Franky's tears on the lack of beers
And it’s too late to audition
For the cast of Cheers
I go west when I blaze a J
I’m trying to spend the night on a wasted day
I’m flying through tables like Mick Foley
Even the sub titles misquote me
And no we can’t drink slowly
A peasant with a king skin rollie
VIP A-Lister
Holding up the bar like a weight lifter
I apologise like Anita Baker
I’m confused which handshake to use
When I meet the maker
Just give it to me straight
I don’t need the chaser
Say it now and I’m thinking
Of the meanings later

Ain't no shoulda, woulda
Coulda when it comes to getting
Out of my mind i just do it, do it, do it
Ain't no shoulda, woulda
Coulda when it comes to getting
Out of my mind i just do it, do it, do it

Ain't no shoulda, woulda
Coulda when it comes to getting
Out of my mind i just do it, do it, do it
Ain't no shoulda, woulda
Coulda when it comes to getting
Out of my mind i just do it, do it, do it

I place an hourly wager on
The suicide rates keeper
Long running list of things that
You and I hate must you arrive late
Send warmth for the living things
Plug when the waste falls and
Wild cards singing hymns
But with a certain inner stillness
I ain't eating none of the less
And welcomed all resulting illness
Inhale the fume without filters
Every terraced yard like a
Tin of cold pilchards
Each especially apathetic
Shrivelled up and enveloped in anaesthetic
Gurgling my bath, allegedly I’m crooks
Grim maintained by cleverly hung hooks
It’s easy i enter to all applause
Two straws in a lake of obscure cures
Surfs up, pirouetting off the edge
Slurp a hole with a blood boiling in my chest

Ain't no shoulda, woulda
Coulda when it comes to getting
Out of my mind i just do it, do it, do it
Ain't no shoulda, woulda
Coulda when it comes to getting
Out of my mind i just do it, do it, do it

Ain't no shoulda, woulda
Coulda when it comes to getting
Out of my mind i just do it, do it, do it
Ain't no shoulda, woulda
Coulda when it comes to getting
Out of my mind i just do it, do it, do it

I don’t want this night to end or
This life to pass me by
But we keep on drinking, keep on smoking
Getting so high i don’t remember many ways
I wake up tomorrow with no yesterday
But when we need to celebrate and I have
Yet to figure out a better way
I don’t want this night to end but my friend
If you ain't got money to spend
Go get a lend