"Early Shovel, Early Sledge" lyrics
Sugs & Shneaky Lyrics
Legend said the skittish coming, warning with a torch light
Whinny til the wheels fall off, can't til me nay until this horse die
British slang: the world is mine, innit?
The world on fire and I'm fine with it
Yard of ciggy butts, and paper cups spilled on the pavement
Scars across the wrist, from paper cutting with my paycheck
Stomp you out with both the Sock and Buskin
It's comedy, ironic
Ya'll can hate it but not hard to love it
Ain't shit changed, still DANGER on the placard
We don't need no education, brains on the black board
Chasing I cannot entertain, keep it in a wanting state
Tell her go head get the Chrome Hearts and charge it to the black card
Going worldwide, prose and the penmanship is pro
Steamrolling over O-lines
Huh, trolling on the low, bro relax
I'm a ogre with a pole axe swinging for your throat high
Good times
Spinning my own web when I catch my flies
Poking at the nest and every pest I find
I'd give up every cent just to rest my eyes
I said good times, good times
Misspelling every letter that I send by mind
Hand to the chest when I pledge my allegiance to the land of the flesh and the teeth I grind
(Yeah the teeth I grind)
Okay drop and give me three if you wanna stoop low
Sug and Shneaky link, you blink, all you see is two goats
Ain't no genie in my dreams, man I dream of bruised bones
Leave the sleeping dog asleep or you gone wake up Cujo
They can peep the alt delete but we control the fuse though
Sug the keeper of the keys, gone blow a Florida cruise up
Jump the boat and flew home, showed up with your widow
To the funeral and did it on your fucking tombstone
Ain't shit change, mute baby in the manger in the dark
Cracked wasted in the Waymo and I still can't even park
Fuck you play it safe for?
You don't know jack, Sug a king, and the dealer never denying the face card
Ahh what it take (take), ahh what it take (take)
Tell a one night stand get your hands off my eighth (eighth)
Ahh, watch that old boy fry like a crepe
Ahh, another problem for my plate, in a fight with my fate
Good times
Spinning my own web when I catch my flies
Poking at the nest and every pest I find
I'd give up every cent just to rest my eyes
I said good times, good times
Misspelling every letter that I send by mind
Hand to the chest when I pledge my allegiance to the land of the flesh and the teeth I grind
(Yeah the teeth I grind)
Whinny til the wheels fall off, can't til me nay until this horse die
British slang: the world is mine, innit?
The world on fire and I'm fine with it
Yard of ciggy butts, and paper cups spilled on the pavement
Scars across the wrist, from paper cutting with my paycheck
Stomp you out with both the Sock and Buskin
It's comedy, ironic
Ya'll can hate it but not hard to love it
Ain't shit changed, still DANGER on the placard
We don't need no education, brains on the black board
Chasing I cannot entertain, keep it in a wanting state
Tell her go head get the Chrome Hearts and charge it to the black card
Going worldwide, prose and the penmanship is pro
Steamrolling over O-lines
Huh, trolling on the low, bro relax
I'm a ogre with a pole axe swinging for your throat high
Good times
Spinning my own web when I catch my flies
Poking at the nest and every pest I find
I'd give up every cent just to rest my eyes
I said good times, good times
Misspelling every letter that I send by mind
Hand to the chest when I pledge my allegiance to the land of the flesh and the teeth I grind
(Yeah the teeth I grind)
Okay drop and give me three if you wanna stoop low
Sug and Shneaky link, you blink, all you see is two goats
Ain't no genie in my dreams, man I dream of bruised bones
Leave the sleeping dog asleep or you gone wake up Cujo
They can peep the alt delete but we control the fuse though
Sug the keeper of the keys, gone blow a Florida cruise up
Jump the boat and flew home, showed up with your widow
To the funeral and did it on your fucking tombstone
Ain't shit change, mute baby in the manger in the dark
Cracked wasted in the Waymo and I still can't even park
Fuck you play it safe for?
You don't know jack, Sug a king, and the dealer never denying the face card
Ahh what it take (take), ahh what it take (take)
Tell a one night stand get your hands off my eighth (eighth)
Ahh, watch that old boy fry like a crepe
Ahh, another problem for my plate, in a fight with my fate
Good times
Spinning my own web when I catch my flies
Poking at the nest and every pest I find
I'd give up every cent just to rest my eyes
I said good times, good times
Misspelling every letter that I send by mind
Hand to the chest when I pledge my allegiance to the land of the flesh and the teeth I grind
(Yeah the teeth I grind)
