My Friend Sylvester - Ginger Deadman

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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