Lekkerboy - Sticky Fingers

Another week I missed the turn off, holiday

When nothing seems to make you better

At least I’ll take my shirt off

New shoes and punching bag to the face

It’s new years and there’s not much more I can take

I got my game on

Rip it like a chainsaw

Upper echelon

Rip it like a chainsaw

Upper echelon

Rip it like a chainsaw

Upper echelon

A full clip but I missed it

Lean on my cane

Maybe I should take it slow

Heaven spent let it roll

Maybe I will never know

Watch them dance sliding on

Read it off the back

Off this card that you wrote me in day dreams

Waiting in the car

All alone off your phone in the backstreet

We took a bump that was given

On the road easy living

And it stoned me

Got your pictures out the frame

But the memory remains

Yeah, you stoned me

It strikes anywhere

Available, go figure, mother funk

In a living nightmare

Imma sit tight

With my head unclear

So break my fall into virtue

Showers of money dribbling out the walls

I think I’m coming up mil house

Breaking through the battered bricks

Laughing at the characters

Oh, with demonic flows, demonic flows

The flowers grow

Break the chronicle

I lapse, they climb

I fall I drop deuterium wasted

The «say so»

They «say so»

I say no

Maybe I should take it slow

Heaven spent let it roll

Maybe I will never know

Watch them dance sliding on

I’ve had it

Being an addict

Matter of fact I’m even badder than I was before

But it make you feel awesome

Boredom inside me no more

There is no such thing as perfect security

Only varying levels of insecurity

Guns drown

I’m flipping it

I put it to your face

I can taste you’re gone

Rip it like a chainsaw

Upper echelon

Rip it like a chainsaw

Upper echelon

Rip it like a chainsaw

Upper echelon

A full clip but I missed it

Lean on my cane

Read it off the back

Off this card that you wrote me in day dreams

Waiting in the car

All alone off your phone in the backstreet

We took a bump that was given

On the road easy living

And it stoned me

Got your pictures out the frame

But the memory remains

Yeah, you stoned me

Read it off the back

Off this card that you wrote me in day dreams

Waiting in the car

All alone off your phone in the backstreet

We took a bump that was given

On the road easy living

And it stoned me

Got your pictures out the frame

But the memory remains

Yeah, you stoned me

I’m either way

Educating to the streets the facts of life

Yeah, what ya gon' do now?

It’s way too emotional

I’m either way

Educating to the streets the facts of life

Yeah, what ya gon' do now?

It’s way too emotional

(Another week I missed the turn off, holiday

When nothing seems to make you better

At least I’ll take my shirt off)