Murkage - La Plage ft Bipolar Sunshine

Dickhead, you must be new here
We light up the sky like a new year
And what a band of brothers
Looking down on others
Like who the fuck are you?
Like who the fuck are you?
And it's on, so why wait?
And it's on, so why wait?
They love us, we riot in their premise
IT WON'T BE LONG TILL WE GET BACK FROM PARIS

If you want your white Nike's to stay clean
Come outta my scene
Please don't quote YOLO to a Hindu
It's more N.E.R.D. we're into
It feels fucking sick to be doing this
And have all of my tight spars with me
Unplug from the bullshit quickly
Knead out all the knots and that's me
Videos and stage shows avec un neuf neuf
Middle finger to that prick George Osbourne
Still sipping on a icey tin with that drunken grin
Away game or home turf
Haters sting like fruit flies
Amassed drums that come in lion size
I still wonder why the world is wound so tight
But we gotta let go 'cause
We're on a Murkage ting
We're on a Murkage ting
We're on a Murkage ting
Like no prisoners, Murkage ting and again
We're on a Murkage ting
We're on a Murkage ting
We're on a Murkage ting
No prisoners, Murkage ting

Dickhead, you must be new here
We light up the sky like a new year
And what a band of brothers
Looking down on others
Like who the fuck are you?
Like who the fuck are you?
And it's on, so why wait?
And it's on, so why wait?
They love us we riot in their premise
IT WON'T BE LONG TILL WE GET BACK FROM PARIS

All backstage most keen to meet Felix
Jackson fear three squared seek him
Roll in inked up women, pins to the ceiling fiending
Double M tees and fascination
Taxi quick ting
Gyration tempts the humble kingpin
Conversations dead, I could never mourn it
Talk's for friends who talk to Forbes and
Yeah, I really do that shit
Flip dykes.com to my own music
Fake lesbians the grand unzip
That's modern amusement
Rockstar life I do rockstar things
Parisian pics, chicks crawling up walls with a mutant mystic shadow prince
She ninja powers, invading mountains
Playing my flute in the small hours
The stories buried, Cuban flowers
My condolence, who's about this?
Selling dreams in a heaven that's so cold
Rent a fate that ignorance owns though
Yeah, I'm that arrogant kid
So narcissistic
Yeah, I'm vintage goods
Another nasty misfit

Dickhead, you must be new here
We light up the sky like a new year
And what a band of brothers
Looking down on others
Like who the fuck are you
Like who the fuck are you?
And it's on, so why wait?
And it's on, so why wait?
They love us we riot in their premise
IT WON'T BE LONG TILL WE GET BACK FROM PARIS

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