"Aussie Accents" lyrics
Aussie accent's kinda different
But realness is understood
We don't say molly or mandy
We say cap, pinga, or goog
When I'm back home in Adelaide
Our local slang is all backwards
We say something's bad real
But that doesn't mean bad-that means good
Not gonna explain it all; I choose the bits
To use or lay in a rhyme
Like it or lump it, like a brain tumour
I usually stay on your mind
Flirt with girls in mini-skirts
All that gang shit-I'm not about that
Like a perky rack
When I take an L, I bounce back
Bad bitches and a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech, so
Why you talking 'bout drip
I seen them girls you're wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski masks in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
May seem nice, but I'm mean
Ain't much I like inside the scene
I find this rapping shit too easy
Usually I try to sing
Turned myself into an icon
Still ain't reached my final peak
I ain't thought about them in ages
But they can't let their bygones be
Back in the day, I broke in windows
To buy end ones, numbing the pain
I've been down so low, so one thing that I know
There's always a way
Make my music all night long
My neighbors are fans, they never complain
They say I've been influential
But I won't be taking that blame
Bought a crib at twenty-four
'Bout twenty tours and then some more
I tell the truth whenever I talk
Without fake stories about any wars
Never been to a fashion week
I never been to the Fendi store
Honey smell like Marc Jacobs Heaven
Baddies in the car and they yellin'
Bad bitches and a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech, so
Why you talking 'bout drip
I seen them girls you're wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski masks in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
Bad bitches and a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech, so
Why you talking 'bout drip
I seen them girls you're wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski masks in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
But realness is understood
We don't say molly or mandy
We say cap, pinga, or goog
When I'm back home in Adelaide
Our local slang is all backwards
We say something's bad real
But that doesn't mean bad-that means good
Not gonna explain it all; I choose the bits
To use or lay in a rhyme
Like it or lump it, like a brain tumour
I usually stay on your mind
Flirt with girls in mini-skirts
All that gang shit-I'm not about that
Like a perky rack
When I take an L, I bounce back
Bad bitches and a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech, so
Why you talking 'bout drip
I seen them girls you're wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski masks in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
May seem nice, but I'm mean
Ain't much I like inside the scene
I find this rapping shit too easy
Usually I try to sing
Turned myself into an icon
Still ain't reached my final peak
I ain't thought about them in ages
But they can't let their bygones be
Back in the day, I broke in windows
To buy end ones, numbing the pain
I've been down so low, so one thing that I know
There's always a way
Make my music all night long
My neighbors are fans, they never complain
They say I've been influential
But I won't be taking that blame
Bought a crib at twenty-four
'Bout twenty tours and then some more
I tell the truth whenever I talk
Without fake stories about any wars
Never been to a fashion week
I never been to the Fendi store
Honey smell like Marc Jacobs Heaven
Baddies in the car and they yellin'
Bad bitches and a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech, so
Why you talking 'bout drip
I seen them girls you're wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski masks in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
Bad bitches and a cloud of smoke
But we don't do magic tricks
You all wear the same grey Nike tech, so
Why you talking 'bout drip
I seen them girls you're wifing
Wouldn't fuck them with my enemy's dick
Wearing ski masks in the summer
Aren't you hot inside that shit?
Writer(s): Dominik Wirsching
