Tryna Get Home
Diggaz4Life
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Bleary-eyed, late or early, out alone
Outta my zone and it's time to get home
Gotta long way back to the suburbs
Gonna get a nightride, hope there's no trouble
It was bright aboard, corpse boarded the back
Two suckers hailed us down around Moorebank
Driver asked em tap on they card
They said no, he wouldn't drive until they swiped
Then a sucker spat right in the driver's face
And his lowlife bitch was a disgrace
Around then black snuck up behind
He done figured something wasn't quite right
Did he blank em, did he make a move?
Sucker entombed, no one ever could prove
Cause their ain't no motive, without no body
No one ever said Black Ice was shoddy
Just Tryna Get Home
Come on digger, it's been a real big night
Forget that bloke, no he doesn't wanna 'ght ya
It ain't bullshit, how long we been mates?
Fuck off cunt, he just arrived from interstate
Nah scratch the bus, I got us a ride booked
Can't believe you still stood after that right hook
Nah they didn't chuck ya out, ya never made it in
Bouncer took one look and said"he's not comin in!"
Took three of em ten minutes to drop ya
Car's here, don't say nothin man, I got ya
Oh, none o' that, he's doing us a favour!
Who gives a fuck who's born in Australia?
Fuck you can be a prick sometimes mate
Looks like we're walking the last coupla Ks
Yeah it's cool man, she's sweet
Good to see ya again digger, get some sleep into ya
Just Tryna Get Home
It was eery, ten past three in the am
Of a Thursday morn after a night of mayhem
Moonlight shone through the trees on the face
Of a dead MC as he shuffled through the cemetery
That's right it was two-U-P after a
Night on the turps, I mean literally
He'd been feeling emotional and so he'd gotten on the
Shots again of ATF on the rocks again
Riddled with pellets that had ricocheted
Into his decomposed flesh from the blasts of his 12 gauge
Still slung on his shoulder
Victims screamin' on repeat, playing over and over
Still preoccupied with his latest massacre
At the after party in his slick sepulchre
Beats rockin, rhymes droppin in his family tomb
Hos swooned when two-Up lit the god-damn the room!
Just Tryna Get Home