Slow Elvis Songtext
von The LaFontaines

I′m a grown man, never be caught in a snapback,
Obey no hat or backpack, you caricatures get laughed at
Enter the programme, breakup the landscape,
I don't mean nothing but hassle, I′m a rascal, I am glasgow
Oppression is something I'm used to, violence,
Drugs and abuse too, crime is something I could do
I know a good few, who might come through,
Of course there's evil in people, when the hand they′re dealt ain′t equal

This money is causing us grief mate,
Cause life don't work for a cheapskate
We′re on, live in effect, a thousand shows, delivered directly
In faces of those, who often oppose, or maybe just don't respect me
But believe, you can′t deny it, these kids are causing a riot
Like london, or luton, no unlawful methods or shooting though
Salute, I'm building it up,
Just piecing the puzzle, with nothing but hustle and skill
Burning the candle at both ends,
In this industry full of my fake friends
I live in a bubble, I need cleansed, we live in a bubble, that depends


Thousand people I don′t know, and there's fifteen others I don't like
And they follow me cause cause I will hopefully,
Trip fall on my face and blow it but it′s plain to see,
This ain′t hard for me,
I'm not arrogant, I just know it
We′re based up north, went down south, and this shit plays in the states
This is hip-hop, and I make that, for more than just my mates

They're listening now, got them up on their feet,
I hope that slipped through, like pennies up under the seat
But while you search for change, we′re actually making it happen,
Ten thousand hours of rapping,
Broke out the box I was classed and trapped in,
Been at the most, pretentious parties, ever imagined on earth son
Like to run up in there with an air gun, for some rare fun,
And just pick one, off, and on like a break light
Them suits are giving me stage fright,
They follow me round like a shadow,
Like some washed up gary barlow


Sitting with mountains of cocaine,
While he's blowing my brain like I′m cobain
Pulling his phone out and showing me pics,
Of him and his burd and her and her tits
Her in her dress and more of her breasts,
Send me that mate, if you wanna impress
You won't, none of that shit's cool,
Stop signing these fuckers from brit school
I′d rather bow out, with no deal,
Than be first in line for a free meal, slow elvis