Yo
We need that summertime sickline
Outdoor drink and I pay no fine
Never been one for the Tonic Wine
But I might just take a swig
Loaded up and I'm feeling ripped
Get my jacket, I pull the zip
Rip it off and it's time to dip, swim
Bare the weight of this ocean
Suffocating in substance
What's with all the commotion
LUGZY made a new potion
MadDog mixed with passion
This fruit is everlasting
And it might just keep you dancing
Or bouncing on a mattress
Or what ever you imagine
So if you got the passion
Block out any distraction
Even little gimps on Twitter
Trying to get attention
By giving my name a mention
There's just no way you'll get it, pathetic
And LUGZ don't even sweat it
So check it
Back when the boys would run about
We all went through a faze
Drink it up and then smoke the haze
Break a window, that's double glaze
Through the backs man, it's a maze
You'd be lost for days
Skating about in your roller blades
I be trying to get the paper made
By stealing some dust caps
Guess I was a Rug Rat
I'd sell them to a stranger
Then I'd steal them back cause
I was a Rug Rat
But now I'm full of fun facts
It's Story Time so chill, relax
And let me take you back to
Glasgow's basics
I'm stuck in the matrix
Blowing up a deodorant can
As if I'm using Semtex
Let's see how big the bang gets
Let's see who stands the closest
I might just use my magic
Coming out with Hocus Pocus
It was dangerous and I know this
Never knocked no bike, I rode this
Think I dodged a bed of roses
I'm young but I feel oldest
My heart warm but I'm coldest
I face any opponent
Take this as duly noted
That, LUGZY boy's a poet
Yeah, I was a Rug Rat
Until I made these buzz tracks
It's all up in my mind cap
Mental picture of the stage black
Spotlight up on my face, check
With the crowd singing my name back
It's L-U-G-Z-Y
Up in the spaceship
This seems like outer space shit
These dreams ain't far from made yet
Got to pull strings like a puppet
No Wallace, no Gromit
Need cheese up in my wallet
Got to flip this coin and call it
What is it? It's tales
Still see the police and bail
If you're running for the hills
And you've took many pills
There's no sergeant, no drills
Just your mind set on thrills
It's a day for no bills
No stressing, just chill
Want to roam about a field
Now I got wheat up in my heel
It's a good day
For lying in some hay
If you want to get a bevy
Then come on my way
It's a good day
For lying in some hay
Listen to these words I say
Coming soon with another story