My Friend Sylvester - Ginger Deadman
My Friend Sylvester
Lyrics by Ginger Deadman
Production by Deadmanifesto, Bandlab AI Mastering
Obsolescence
Track 12
3.46
10/10/2021
Never met nobody named Sylvester
Except for Stallone, but I never met him
Don't know why I'd wanna man seems like a cunt
California pearly white teeth in the front
How many times do you breathe in a month?
Air quality is receding my lungs
Respirator got me relieving, for fun
Dried up wool like a sheep in the sun
Burn it underneath man, bleeding like a stab-wound, cauterize
Triple rum, coke and ice
Get in lime, draw the last straw
Smashed on the floor landed right on my glass jaw
Should've got a little umbrella just to stay dry
The front row got parkas
Bloodthirsty sharks after after dark larpers
Asked for demerara but they turn up with the muscovados
I got a full gold suit of armor
I only wear it when I'm putting up defences
One day they'll come to their senses
Money is time and its all expensive
Take a couple seconds and think, get pensive
Who else is mentioned
Think back to the time that it all went down
Just recollect every invention
Simple as that
I'm bringing mac
I'll pay cash
And I'll be bringing the weight back
So face facts
Snagging the ipad or something that eye-catch
The right match
Whatever fits in my bag
At the end of the day is great olé
We cant pay so the day is ours to take
The choice ours to make
The choice ours to make
Hope it don't turn out so disasterly
Never met nobody named Sylvester
Except for Stallone, but I never met him
Don't know why I'd wanna man seems like a cunt
California pearly white teeth in the front
How many times do you breathe in a month?
Air quality is receding my lungs
Respirator got me relieving, for fun
Dried up wool like a sheep in the sun
Burn it underneath man bleeding like a stab-wound
Turn up the heat man close up my tattoos
Crample the old shit sketch up a new one
Crample the old shit burn up the trashcan
Savings all up in ya piggybank
Turn the radio up in the minivan
Tip that driver half a years wage
Tip that driver half a years wage
I'm on a part time crusade
Touché to the dude with the new fade
Mood sway, way too late
I've got a pagan ritual leave you awake
I've got a part time attitude
Oranges on that half time gratitude
Remember that shit from the beano
So clean when we leave the casino
Turn a three note into a c-note
Got Death Note pages in my eno
Don't gamble but hit me with the re-roll
Can't stand for the dude with the ego
Wait
But no
I said
You would
But we
Both know
It coulda been good
Straight
Up tell
Me to
My face
Am I
The one
Who ruined my own case
Wait
But no
I said
You would
But we
Both know
It coulda been good
Straight
Up tell
Me to
My face
Am I
The one
Who ruined my own case
Never met nobody named Sylvester
Except for Stallone, but I never met him
Don't know why I'd wanna man seems like a cunt
California pearly white teeth in the front
How many times do you breathe in a month?
Air quality is receding my lungs
Respirator got me relieving, for fun
Dried up wool like a sheep in the sun