"Deadset" lyrics

"Deadset"

Fucks happenin, yeah its been a minute
Had to green up in it now I gotta speak and hit it
I got the buzz lad
I'm set to get paid
If they ain't hatin all I gotta say is get great
You just want the position I'm in
But that ain't gonna happen cos they listenin' in
I got the underground rap scene breakin' the stories
You should thank me why the fuck you even hatin' me for it?
Doesn't make sense swag in your face yes, what they set to do and I put stains on a shaved leg
I'm a party man we only live once, a bottle straight sippin' lookin' like
I'm owning the club And they yellin' out my name and the phone won't stop, When
I was Scott noone even rang me up, like what?
I used to dress poor skinny
Cunt lookin' meth head now I'm fresh, done it all myself... Deadset
Who woulda' thought I'm the pick of the bunch
I'm that warm good feelin' like a dick in a cunt
Now I gotta party comin' and your all invited got the date set now and tts time to supply it
You gettin' mad I'mma plug my shit, I was meant to piss you off you can suck my dick!
So we kickin' off in Sydney, make a move to
Newie, get my bud and rock the show common' you people knew me From there we
Hittin' Adelaide, I'm gonna steal a massive plane and park the cunt on stage and hop out with a fuckin' acid plate
I mozart, I go hard, I smoke up pickin' up
A loan shark then I go to Hobart, Its well earned, then Melbourne the fucks up
Set so dopey can't believe I'm a drunk cunt I must jump up to Brissie with
That sticky icky get on stage and pick a bickie right into ya' bitches titties
Then head west like yes, yes I'm in Perth, Sydney Swagga, let me show you how
The king works lets out the way on the track shit thought I betta add, get ya
Your tickets now from austicks Got no shame come and whitness a star, but
Somethin' that youd kill to see, I rip em' apart I woke up with no drugs but
Within 10 minutes I was high and toked up Kerser common' say it again, call it
What you want my I makin' it main I'm lovin' how I'm feelin' Ratesy asked me at
The start, whats my aim now we trippin' cos we gonna hit the mark To anyone
Whose doubted how you feelin' its all good I'mma write this out and come to your
Hood.. I'm in paradise, via sattelite, I hope you see it right here I'm rappin'
Tight...


Writer(s): Scott Froml, Kiril Ivanovski, Isaiah Patston