I.D.W.G.A.J

Lyrics for I.D.W.G.A.J

Six Bitches Each And We're Going To The Beach! Yes bitch, sign it bitch! If I had some Ps I'd Pass my driving license Buy myself a Twingo Buy myself some ice and I'd find myself a mistress And take her somewhere nice then Take her for some drinks But my wallets so dry And I don't wanna get a job Naaaahh Meow, meow, meow See I'd keep a house in London Live a life of leisure in a city Where they seldom pity peoplе with low funds and Have a place wherе sun comes More than twice a shitty little year and have A hammock hung handsome between two branches Rid lung cancer and buy another gut Spend my life in hammocks, smitten, sitting, sipping coconuts With a whistle on my lip, always pissing in the wind Feeling happy 24, 7 Cause see I'd drink the finest red wine and eat in little diners Open up the check to find I tipped the guy two fivers (Why thank you, sir) Smile at the waitress cause all my teeth are whitened But that'll never happen cause I hate the dentist Plus I never wanna get a job Naaaahh Meow, meow, meow See I'd buy a massive mansion Invite all of my good mates to live in it Have a huge oil painting painted where the ceiling is Massive pool for swimming in Cellar full of liquor and a ban on Anything that fucking isn't Rock & Roll It'd be the best place to bill a spliff Fully fill a fridge with all the elements for dinner Get peng food delivered without scamming out Deliveroo Have a double bed amidst the middle of the living room So maybe then Id feel a little bit less lonely Aww Say maybe then Id feel a little bit less lonely Ladies and gentlemen I present to you the world's smallest violin Cause see if I had some Ps I'd Pass my driving license Buy myself a Lambo and Live a life so lifeless I'd be one of those wealthy guys That says that love is priceless Loathe myself and lose the light That hides behind my eyes So what you're saying is we shouldnt give you money, right Lausse? No, you should mate Why? To live a shit life's alright, but in a good state like Instead of a Burger King, I'd buy myself a good steak And savour it so I won't taste the bitterness of blues Fill a liver with a wine that's seven quid Instead of two for six at Boozebin Buy myself some straights so I don't lose two minutes When I'm in suits of linen, swinging a coupe of gin and tonic To swoop some when I'm outside a club I would pay the rounds of pool when we're all chilling in a pub Get a pork belly roast stead of picking on some scratchings And live in dreamy bubble till the reaper comes Till the reaper comes Till the reaper comes I wanna die Olive-skin, Beer-bellied with a smile on my face Cin-cin to life, bye-bye to grey skies above me Meantime, I'm living in a suave little place By the seaside with arr arr from seagulls above me Surrounded by some females who love me Back scratches and Baccy in abundance Belly full of bubbly and fat fingers struggling to fit Gold rings like they're strings on a fillet And trust that I'll be eating good noodles everyday Yeah I'll be eating good noodles every day Yeah I'll be eating good noodles every day Yeah I'll be eating good noodles every day So what would you do- So what would you do- So what would you do- So what would you do if you had some money? See I would Uber everywhere Buy some Charlie for my frères Smoke in every club I go And if I'm fined, I'll pay a fare Rent a room to party bare Buy a massive fuck off rig and choose the tunes to party to And loop 'em till I'm hardly there Loose a screw and go to care Pay a dude two hundred grand to prove I'm anything but loopy, get let loose in underwear Then I'd try apply for mayor Get reduced the stupid fares to travel on the London underground cause frankly, I'm not paying 2030 be prepared Lausse The Fucking Cat for mayor, but I don't wanna get a job! No, I don't wanna get a job! I don't wanna get a job No, I don't wanna get a job! I don't wanna get a job No, I don't wanna get a job! I wanna live like aye-aye pirates and pillage Gold, nutmeg, cloves, pepper, silk, myrrh, saffron to trade Lay a thousand different women in a thousand different ways And have a thousand little kittens, have them call me captain Conquer seven seas and every bay Fill a boat with rum and sway through every sunny day Till summer seems like something that'll never leave And have it stay the same, 'cause see a pleasure only fleeting If you let it leave and I would never let it leave And I would never let it be a melancholic memory A felony it be to let the pelican embezzle all my joy Fuck a job, I'm off to sail the seven seas Olay Ahoy! Fuck a job, I'm off to sail the seven seas Olay Ahoy Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! If-i-if-i-if-i-if-i-if-i had some P's I'd Pass my driving license Buy myself a Lambo and Live a life so lifeless I'd be one of those wealthy guys That says that love is priceless Loathe myself and lose the light That hides behind my eyes So I don't wanna get a job Naaah Say I don't wanna get a job Naaah! Say I don't wanna get a job! Naaah!! Say I don't wanna get a job!! Naaah!!! Lah, lah, lah-lah-lah-la-lah-lah-lah-lah-laaah The Moon heard this, and said to the cat