Goon Bags
Foreign Beggars Lyrics

Friday night, street's packed
It's a busy Friday night as the streets are filled with people.

Headed out, no plans to reach back
The singer has no intention of returning home anytime soon as they venture out.

Thoughts of a tongue tied, meet with yads
The singer is thinking about meeting with friends while feeling nervous or tongue-tied.

Hold up to the sunrise, breach the flat
The artist and their companions stay out all night until sunrise before returning to their flat.

Call the man, I'm like "Where you at?"
The artist calls a friend to ask their whereabouts.

Cross the tracks, we ain't afraid of that
The singer and their friends are not scared to cross dangerous or unfamiliar areas.

We are spraying tags, we done drained the yat
The singer and their friends are graffiti artists, and have finished covering a wall with their tags.

Got a bus cause a man found gates to crash
The group has acquired a bus due to one member's ability to break into secure areas.

We green light, wave flag
The group has gotten the go-ahead and celebrates their success by waving a flag.

Out of the flash like we race drag
The artist and their friends quickly disappear after their graffiti art is complete, like they're racing away from the scene.

Blow thick smoke out a chain of fags
The singer and their friends are smoking cigarettes and exhaling a lot of smoke.

Can be sipping on shots till I faint and gag
The group is drinking heavily and the artist might not be able to handle it well.

I'mma raid the bar when she serving them
The singer plans to take advantage of a bartender's inattention to steal drinks.

Pass out the bottle, can we merk the ten?
The singer is offering a bottle to their friends to drink and have a good time.

Heads swimming hard in a swirl of Gin
The group has consumed a large amount of gin and they feel a bit dizzy.

Wake up in a daze that can work again
The artist wakes up in a foggy state but knows they need to start working again.

Goon bags, loose yads
The group of friends is carrying alcohol in bags and has some extra cash on hand.

Run up in your flats with your goose flats
The group plans to break into someone's apartment to steal their alcohol.

That new crack, just swagger
The group has newfound confidence due to their successful recent endeavors.

Crewboard looking like lil' blaggers
The group's appearance may give the impression that they're up to no good.

Flipped on the fifth of those gold manors
The group has acquired some wealth and is showing it off.

Name ain't written in no books
The group is not keeping a record of their activities.

We ain't leaving till hoes bladdered
The group plans to stay out late until everyone has consumed a lot of alcohol.

Wise living, loose world
The group isn't following conventions, but they make the best of their lifestyle.

Lifestyle brimming with loose girls
The group likes to surround themselves with women who are easy-going and not too serious.

Live women, choose swerve
The group enjoys the thrill of meeting new women but avoids getting too attached.

Mans all peeking on two thirds
The singer's male friends are interested and watching from the sidelines as they interact with women.

G dubs speaking like hillbillies
The group uses slang and colloquial language.

Still illy, fuck father
The group is still rebellious and doesn't want to conform to societal norms.

Your bitch calling me godfather
The singer is being called a leader or a person of power.

(We bring goon bags, brother we gon' do blags Got that true swag, everything with new tags)
The group is confident in their abilities and come prepared with supplies to succeed in their endeavors.

This be that, new shit
The group is doing something unique and unconventional.

Old dog flipping new tricks
The group is using their old tactics in new ways to stay ahead of the game.

Out here living like two hicks
The group is living a simple and humble lifestyle despite their success.

Chicks all skinny like toothpicks
The women the group surrounds themselves with are very thin.

Camera's on, it don't prove shit
Even if they're documented or recorded, that doesn't mean anything.

Crack it on and you'll choose dick
If you start a problem, you're going to regret it.

Dash it on and you'll move with
If you don't take action now, you're going to miss out.

Tag along and you'll get used quick
If you follow along with the group, you will likely be taken advantage of.

Tag along and get moved on Move along and get moved to
You must keep up with the group and move quickly or else you'll be left behind.

I ain't out here trying to make a friend So say your piece so I'mma school through
The artist isn't trying to make new friends, so they want people to be direct with them.

New school? Fuck a plan I'mma move on so fuck a fight
The singer is anti-establishment and will do things their way regardless of what people think.

Man like us stay out of sight, out of mind Plus, I'm out tonight
The group prefers to stay hidden and not be noticed, but the singer is going out regardless.

Hangover, hurt like my head's crushed by a Land Rover So I go for the boot till a man sober
The artist has a terrible hangover, so they will continue drinking until they feel better.

I'm in the zone, I sip petroleum, I hit the drone Smoke spliffs alone, won't shift
The artist is inebriated and indulging in drugs and smoking alone.

In a paranoid fit at home, lets stick the phone They call in the blonde, fix my tone
The artist is feeling paranoid and wants to take precautions by putting away their phone.

I might drift the void till my liver's blown My kidneys shunk and my heart's a mess
The singer may continue their self-destructive ways until their organs are damaged.

Five parts the tar, five parts the stress Surf the fine line, patrol the edge
The artist is balancing their substance use with their emotional struggles.

Scrape the foot of my sofa dreads I hit rock bottom and give to death
The singer has reached their lowest point and feels like giving up.

Chain smoking rest there's nothing left Till I fuck my breath, turn tucks for death
The singer continues to chain smoke even when all is lost, ultimately leading to their own demise.

Six feet deep, laid to rest
The singer is dead and buried.