Lunar C, HashFinger - Ease Up lyrics
[Lunar C, HashFinger - Ease Up lyrics]
Ralph Lauren money clip
The promoter tried to short me
By a hundred quid
Took a look at the stack, and said
"What the fuck is this?' slapped him
Threw him in the back of a
Transit and took a trip
Always fly with it like a travel buddy
Had the swag when I didn't have no money
Gelato in a raw paper
I'm the best rapper in the whole of Caucasia
(Yo) me and Hash are a two man band
The white Wu Tang Clan
If you don't like me, who that man?
A few ham sandwiches short of a picnic
Pimp hand strong
I don't fall for these bitches
Pull up in the coke-white Punto
Jump on stage and throw up on the front row
(Yo) wedding cakе whacks in the blunt
Anyway I think I'm done lunar
Racked a linе up on my phone screen
Gave myself a nose bleed
I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to
I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"
Drunken Monkey used to shot
Bud by the bookies front like you're gully
Then you run like a pussy
I don't have no money and
My love life is fuckery
I only get fat groupies 'cause
I'm unsigned and ugly
Killing you rappers from sun up to sun down
Call it a day, falling from grace
Oh, what a shame no one I rate
Shit got me irate
They call me "dat guy" like
They don't know my name (Lunar)
And girls say I make their pants damp
They get put on their back
Like a tramp stamp
Five hundred Gigabyte wank bank
So at least I'll remember this
One time like it's Bandcamp
Outstanding like the gap man
Taking chances I don't know's taking a
Part from me like a transplant
Pussy, this hate is unconditional
And anyone can get it like a provisional
Racked a line up on my phone screen
Gave myself a nose bleed
I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to
I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"
Walk up in your house like, "Tea, one sugar"
Racked a line up on my phone screen
Gave myself a nose bleed
I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to
I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"
Walk up in your house like, "Tea, one sugar"
The promoter tried to short me
By a hundred quid
Took a look at the stack, and said
"What the fuck is this?' slapped him
Threw him in the back of a
Transit and took a trip
Always fly with it like a travel buddy
Had the swag when I didn't have no money
Gelato in a raw paper
I'm the best rapper in the whole of Caucasia
(Yo) me and Hash are a two man band
The white Wu Tang Clan
If you don't like me, who that man?
A few ham sandwiches short of a picnic
Pimp hand strong
I don't fall for these bitches
Pull up in the coke-white Punto
Jump on stage and throw up on the front row
(Yo) wedding cakе whacks in the blunt
Anyway I think I'm done lunar
Racked a linе up on my phone screen
Gave myself a nose bleed
I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to
I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"
Drunken Monkey used to shot
Bud by the bookies front like you're gully
Then you run like a pussy
I don't have no money and
My love life is fuckery
I only get fat groupies 'cause
I'm unsigned and ugly
Killing you rappers from sun up to sun down
Call it a day, falling from grace
Oh, what a shame no one I rate
Shit got me irate
They call me "dat guy" like
They don't know my name (Lunar)
And girls say I make their pants damp
They get put on their back
Like a tramp stamp
Five hundred Gigabyte wank bank
So at least I'll remember this
One time like it's Bandcamp
Outstanding like the gap man
Taking chances I don't know's taking a
Part from me like a transplant
Pussy, this hate is unconditional
And anyone can get it like a provisional
Racked a line up on my phone screen
Gave myself a nose bleed
I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to
I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"
Walk up in your house like, "Tea, one sugar"
Racked a line up on my phone screen
Gave myself a nose bleed
I can't OD, I've got bitches that I owe D to
I'm like, "Ease up, brudda"
Walk up in your house like, "Tea, one sugar"