Kit Bag - Reklews, Hock Tu Down, Milkavelli

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot, kit, kit bag in the boot

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Surprise!

I’m your real dad

I make feel good music, feel bad, from feeling good

Arms out like I need a hug

I swear to god there’s a human being underneath me hood

I dunno where though, I just wanna wear rare Lo and burn bare dough

Oh, feed the whole team, I woke up feeling so clean

With a Gucci suit and a Sports Direct bag, tryna hot wire Walter Whites meth lab

I got an Uber down the street and felt jet lag, I dunno what you’re saying but

well said lad

Perfectly pronounced mumble rap, sewing a Ralph Lauren tag in me George bucket

hat

Designer clothes so I can buy designer clothes

Strike a pose, hide the coke inside your nose

Cult sag Run DMC, check the back catalogue when you got a weekend free

D-V-L-G-N-G, I show love to the Cult I don’t need MD

6−1-6 is for the kids

I use your school bullies head to bash the dry mud off me footy boot studs

While I juggle two jugs of sweg, something, something, do drugs instead

In a zen state, boujoir version of oo-ha, got you all in check mate

An unknown species like Trumps hair, I hid the key to life in the bin cupboard

somewhere

I swear, it was just there

Ah fuck, errrrr

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot, kit, kit bag in the boot

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot, kit, kit bag in the boot

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

This shit is forever, there’s no stopping me ever

Off with his head, helicopter propeller

35 bags for the umbrella, no apologies ever think I’m Conor Mcgregor

Ey you may have figured out that I can’t be figured out

Yeah I been about, stood the test of time sitting down

While you were sitting around, with a frown

I made my vision come to fruition thinking aloud like

Got the master key for NW3, it’s that greatest only IPWT

Feeling like a pilot in IWC

All this stunting’s funny to me, you spent hundreds on your feet but you need

some money to eat

Like all this stunting’s funny to me, you spent hundreds on your jeans but you

need some money to eat

It’s like, designer depression.

Step back from mind kind a little minor

aggression

Everybody wants it all, it’s quite a violent obsession

Probably get a little better by 2000 and never

You don’t like to eat, you think styling is better

Maison Margiela, you made a sacrifice for that leather

And that’s a pricey endeavour, I’m just happy if we’re smiling together

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot, kit, kit bag in the boot

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand

Kit bag in the boot, kit, kit bag in the boot

Kit bag in the boot and a Singapore sling in my hand