Ande - Itchy Bomb Lyrics

It's the Michelin man
Right back at it again
Keep you spinning
On the track
Keep you spinning
To the jam
I'm on your favourite toast
Spreading you across the land
Putting two flavours on
I don't even give a damn

It's the Michelin man
Right back at it again
Keep you spinning
On the track
Keep you spinning
To the jam
I'm on your favourite toast
Spreading you across the land
Putting two flavours on
I don't even give a damn

Yeah I admit I'm a little introverted
But when I get on the mic man expect it to get murdered
Call me young Charles Manson
These bitches find me handsome
Covered in red velour
Posted in the mansion
Dancing
In the pale moonlight
White paint on my face
Yeah bitch we do it right
Shuffle up the whole deck
Two cards no king
Throw me in a vat of chemicals
Jack Nicholson

See I ain't slept in weeks
Not a single thing to eat
Got me hungry like the wolf
Drooling from my broken teeth
Every night after night
Every day of the week
Push my body to the limit
On the cycle its repeat

I don't think
I'm the man
But I'm doing
What I can
Stacking tracks
Till I burn
Bringing heat
Every turn
What I yearn
In this life
Is to be
Cold as ice
Freeze the game
Hold it down
Stab its back
With a knife
Creeping the alleys of Melbourne
Sharpen my blade yeah we ready to run
We are not heaven we're hell sent
Red are my eyes and black are my lungs

It's the Michelin man
Right back at it again
Keep you spinning
On the track
Keep you spinning
To the jam
I'm on your favourite toast
Spreading you across the land
Putting two flavours on
I don't even give a damn

It's the Michelin man
Right back at it again
Keep you spinning
On the track
Keep you spinning
To the jam
I'm on your favourite toast
Spreading you across the land
Putting two flavours on
I don't even give a damn