Don't Tell Me - Lee Scott

I wipe the ink off me train ticket before it dries

And tell the passengers I don’t want to hear about your boring lives

I want it all jib an allocated portion size

Give me a Cadillac, fat mansion and forty wives

Fuck bitches, chop cocaine, snort supplies

On the same rotting table I use to torture flies

I pretend I don’t have a basement and ignore the cries

Skip breakfast and get pissed like normal guys

Hoodie’d up on a para cause the walls have eyes

Me hand casts a shadow on the paper to obscure the rhymes

Disorganized, getting smashed all the time

Breaking hour glasses and drawing lines

Like, cross em' I leave you traumatized

I stick you up with forks and knives cause you’re telling porky pies

So raise your paws towards the skies

And give me two’s, threes, fours and fives

What’s happening la?

Nah, don’t tell me

You’re not feeling so healthy

Cause it was all going tits up

And then I went and got me dick sucked

And now I’m laughing again

It’s sound la, I’m laughing again

Yea it’s laughing again

It’s sound girl, I can handle your friend

(She can stay too)

I’m in the zone, sagging alone, ignore the door and don’t answer the phone

I’m not trying to be bad to the bone, I’m blown, necking Valium stoned

Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off

You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh

Head in the sky like I’m ready to die, I tell you a lie like I’ve never been

high

Fly Pelican fly and I only drink on days ending in Y

Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off

You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh

I’m starting a digital war and swinging a sword

At your computer as your producer’s clicking record

This is a world in which bottled water can win an award

And freedom is a privilege only the rich can afford

And what would Caesar think of Saracen and Jet and them?

I ask the important questions then answer them and guess again

Words like God and fuck followed by knows

I make solid plans but keep me hollow eyes closed

And polish platinum dreams, nothing’s as it seems

Hack the trees down and make gossip magazines

Fuck life, chong a joint

Call me Allan Watt’s the point

My philosophy is it wasn’t me, I walk in a scoff your feast

Like I’m not settling for one a piece la

Was it something I said?

They told us it’d rain but now it’s sunny instead

(Cause I) plucked the clouds out the sky and stashed them under me bed

What’s happening la?

Nah, don’t tell me

You’re not feeling so healthy

Cause it was all going tits up

And then I went and got me dick sucked

And now I’m laughing again

It’s sound la, I’m laughing again

Yea it’s laughing again

It’s sound girl, I can handle your friend

(She can stay too)

I’m in the zone, sagging alone, ignore the door and don’t answer the phone

I’m not trying to be bad to the bone, I’m blown, necking Valium stoned

Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off

You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh

Head in the sky like I’m ready to die, I tell you a lie like I’ve never been

high

Fly Pelican fly and I only drink on days ending in Y

Meditate till I take off, on the grind yet every day is a day off

You don’t want to face off and neither do I, I leave with a sigh