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Doorman
slowthai Lyrics


How's business this morning?
Pretty good, I made 'bout twelve, thirteen quid
And that was without not having any arguments with anyone
That's pretty, just straight
If you don't, gonna get your head kicked in

Shoot the messenger, string 'em up
She's a ten plus ten, not enough
Mixed messages, wires crossed
Marry me, what you got? Too much
Toothbrush and socks
Parents minted, Mayfair, couple dogs
We go on walks, she never talks
I pour my heart out and she laps up my blood
Blue lights, double vision
Heart races like super cars
Two drinks, the rooms spinning
Zebedee, you're the ace of hearts
High society, cute kittens
Allergies, I don't like you enough
Blocked me on your private finsta
Your godmother should come play with us

Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"

Doorman, let me in the door
Spent all my money, you ain't getting no more wages
Sure Sir, Sir, are you sure?
In short, I'm not a mop you can drag 'cross the floor
Inside, shell shock
She's standing with a guy
Guys your mans stare him out
Real polite, "No, please, no thanks"
"Want a drink?", "I'm alright"
Beer goggles on, pull the wool, now I'm blind
Clear as day, I can see
You make me melt - sun, ice cream
You smooth like felt, soft to the touch
You were repellent, smell your scent from up above
Angel getting carried out the club
For slapping Harry, Harry's just a mug
I'm stood outside waiting, where you gone?
Cubicle lines, catch a cold, Jack Frost

Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"

Just about any type of drug is in
But glue-sniffing ranks equal number one with cheap booze (hello)
Cyril is a glue man
And his outlook on life is invariably, through a plastic bag
Even on the street he has something up his sleeve
To make work more tolerable

The only thing that I won't take is steroid, y'know
If I do, I'll kick it out, it's the thing, that's the thing
Is really, really bad for you
Most, most people take, most people take things in moderation, y'know?

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Alexander George Edward Crossan, Tyron Kaymone Frampton

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Samel

[Intro]
How's business this morning?
Pretty good
I made 'bout twelve, thirteen quid
And that was without not having any arguments with anyone
That's pretty j– just straight
If you don't ****, gonna get your head kicked in

[Verse 1]
Shoot the messenger, string 'em up
She's a 10 plus 10, not enough
Mixed messages, wires crossed
Marry me, what you got? Too much
Toothbrush and socks
Parents minted, Mayfair, couple dogs
We go on walks, she never talks
I pour my heart out, she laps up my blood
Blue lights, double vision
Heart races like supercars
Two drinks, the room's spinning
Zebedee, you're the ace of hearts
High society, cute kittens
Allergies, I don't like you enough
Blocked me on your private finsta
Your godmother should come play with us

[Chorus]
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"

[Verse 2]
Doorman, let me in the door
Spent all my money, you ain't gettin' no more wages
Sure, sir, sir, are you sure?
In short, I'm not a mop you can drag 'cross the floor
Inside, shell shock
She's standin' with a guy
Guys your mans stare him out, real polite
"No, please, no thanks"
"Want a drink?"
"I'm alright"
Beer goggles on, pull the wool, now I'm blind
Clear as day, I can see
You make me melt, sun, ice cream
You smooth like felt, soft to the touch
You wear repellent, smell your scent from up above
Angel getting carried out the club
For slapping Harry, Harry's just a mug
I'm stood outside waitin', where you gone?
Cubicle lines, catch a cold, Jack Frost

[Chorus]
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"

[Outro]
Just about any type of drug is in
But glue-sniffing ranks equal number one with cheap booze
Hello
Cyril is a glue man and his outlook on life is invariably through a plastic bag
Even on the street, he has something up his sleeve
To make work more tolerable
The only thing that no one takes is heroin, you know?
If they do, we kick 'em out
That's the thing, that's the thing that is really, really bad for you
Most, most people take–
Most people take things in moderation, you know?



Martin

for the hungry


[Intro]
How's business this morning?
Pretty good
I made 'bout twelve, thirteen quid
And that was without not having any arguments with anyone
That's pretty j– just straight
If you don't ****, gonna get your head kicked in

[Verse 1]
Shoot the messenger, string 'em up
She's a 10 plus 10, not enough
Mixed messages, wires crossed
Marry me, what you got? Too much
Toothbrush and socks
Parents minted, Mayfair, couple dogs
We go on walks, she never talks
I pour my heart out, she laps up my blood
Blue lights, double vision
Heart races like supercars
Two drinks, the room's spinning
Zebedee, you're the ace of hearts
High society, cute kittens
Allergies, I don't like you enough
Blocked me on your private finsta
Your godmother should come play with us

[Chorus]
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"

[Verse 2]
Doorman, let me in the door
Spent all my money, you ain't gettin' no more wages
Sure, sir, sir, are you sure?
In short, I'm not a mop you can drag 'cross the floor
Inside, shell shock
She's standin' with a guy
Guys your mans stare him out, real polite
"No, please, no thanks"
"Want a drink?"
"I'm alright"
Beer goggles on, pull the wool, now I'm blind
Clear as day, I can see
You make me melt, sun, ice cream
You smooth like felt, soft to the touch
You wear repellent, smell your scent from up above
Angel getting carried out the club
For slapping Harry, Harry's just a mug
I'm stood outside waitin', where you gone?
Cubicle lines, catch a cold, Jack Frost

[Chorus]
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"
Nicotine, can't quit it
Two's up, two's down
You stub it out before I finish
On my arm and I scream out, "Wow"

[Outro]
Just about any type of drug is in
But glue-sniffing ranks equal number one with cheap booze
Hello
Cyril is a glue man and his outlook on life is invariably through a plastic bag
Even on the street, he has something up his sleeve
To make work more tolerable
The only thing that no one takes is heroin, you know?
If they do, we kick 'em out
That's the thing, that's the thing that is really, really bad for you
Most, most people take–
Most people take things in moderation, you know?



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Pibbs

This song makes me want to drive a car very fast around a corner

BreakingYourLegos

This makes me want to be a runaway driver in a muscle car.

Sofia Bisegna

Yesss

Tyler Veatch

Correction* into a wall

Spazmobot

Well, all I can suggest is make sure the pavement is dry. I did a 270 left turn, and I was super lucky no cops were around. It sucked. I had to finish the race driving backwards, in a front wheel drive car.

Sidney Griffiths

@deniz nah an Evo

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Hubert Velasquez

I honestly get a punk music vibe influence, late 70's early 80's in the drums, the choppiness and the harshness of it. There s a def influence in there

Mauro De Francesco

The beat Is called Motorik, coming from 60s

divyatmika m

its been sampled from a 80's documentary abt islington squatter punks so def

Kerri Shakespear

PIL

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