Left Right (P.I.O.T.)

By Lars Rubix

On Ung & Dum

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[Vers 1: Lars Rubix]

Jeg er på min grown man shit, så jeg tar oppvaska

Sier ifra som om jeg var faren din, det er nok, basta

Sulten som en kokk fasta

Jeg går hardt, dere er bløte som kokt pasta

L.R, de kjenner navnet nå

Vært her en stund, e'kke lenger noe lammelår

Bæ, jeg har gjort det her I mange år

BLP for life for faen, det kan du banne på

Øya skjeivere enn en thai man

E'kke trangsynt, bare flyr oppi skylab

Er det for fjernt for deg? Sorry, my bad

Om jeg tråkker rundt her med mine pailabs

IPad flow

Lyset ringte meg og spurte om jeg ville skinne, aiit, let's go

Blir andre boller om man har mad dough

Og det bakeriet her vil ikke la meg gå


[Hook: Son Of Light]

Ayo, that's just how it's supposed to rock

Put it down, it's about to rock

We the sound that you came for, huh

Put it on top

Left, right, left, right

Put it on top

Left, right, left, right

Put it on top


[Vers 2: Son Of Light]

If they ain't like us, preposterous

I'll ram your whole shit like a rhinoceros

So fly, we on top of this

They can't see me without binoculars

Sun, they glow music

Dirty bitches with a halo lucid

Werewolves, the mic's moonlit

We're in the sugarfree booth, make the tune split

Left, right business

So (?) shock clock finish

Been around like spinners

You stayed home with a TV dinner

What it sound like?

Running over cats with a (?) Klondike

Hate it or love it, we underdogs like marmite

You the lump of rock, we the starlight, bitches


[Hook]


[Vers 2: Lars Rubix]

Jeg v'ikke kaste bort tia mi, de må slutte å tulle

Jeg drikker fra flaska for alle glass skal være fulle

Er I Asker, ruller doobies med en rasta

Ego coolere enn Alaska, balla henger til gulvet

Det går høyre, venste, (left, right), høyre, venstre

Strekker over linja for jeg tøyer grenser

Høyre, venstre, senter


[Vers 3: Son Of Light]

It goes left, right, shine like a million

Hoodrats still move reptilians

Serve a punch in the filling

Blood sport in the club vermillion

Straight outta TP

My deep green make fiends hit the mean streets

Jump off with a clean sheet

We're headlines, you're a retweet


[Hook]