I work angles, tek no prisoners, move like submarines schemin on
Pastures, livin like labrats
Age of aquarius, couldn't come sooner
They feedin of the fear in us
Nefarious nanotech, biotech warfare
Megalomania, caught in the cross hairs
Moonwalk through the crossfire man a bullet proof,
Crude runs thicker than blood, put a hook in you,
News flash, goin all in no foreplay
Hard talk, Sam got the woodie for the gunplay,
Hoodies in parliament, Priti so sinister
Truth in a bally, protect drillminister
Might seem miniscule. Punch pack power doe, high key spiritual still we on sourdough still we cake mix, pyrex
Paradigm, live from the big smoke, money in maratime.
Of course
Tryna get close to the source
Everyone cattin on the sauce
You can try but ya know it looks forced
Of course
Tryna get close to the source
Everyone cattin on the sauce
You can try but ya know it looks forced
The say dont look a gift horse in the mouth
Why not would you take a word at face value
Kool-aid Gen got us got us hangin like laundry, we livin in an age where a status is gospel.
Everything fleeting, Knee jerk happiness
Livin off clichés, tiktok timelines,
Everyone talkin.
No one livin it,
Big man wid a keyboard still givin it
Live from the bedroom, straight to the msofa
Benefit boss man, movin like cobras
Benzo's got us all beefin in comas
Everyone one step away from being homeless
Amazon primed pussio for the purchase
Gripped living off a drip feed for the drip
Everything pastiche, substance worthless
Livin off borrowed time, tryna get a grip
The Sauce (feat. Pav4n) Video (MV)
Performed By: Krafty Kuts
Language: English
Length: 3:28
Written by: EBOW GRAHAM, GOVIND KIDAO, JONATHAN FOGEL, JOSHUA PINNOCK-GRAY, LAURENCE READING, PAVAN MUKHI
Krafty Kuts - The Sauce (feat. Pav4n) Lyrics
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English
I work angles, tek no prisoners, move like submarines schemin on
Pastures, livin like labrats
Age of aquarius, couldn't come sooner
They feedin of the fear in us
Nefarious nanotech, biotech warfare
Megalomania, caught in the cross hairs
Moonwalk through the crossfire man a bullet proof,
Crude runs thicker than blood, put a hook in you,
News flash, goin all in no foreplay
Hard talk, Sam got the woodie for the gunplay,
Hoodies in parliament, Priti so sinister
Truth in a bally, protect drillminister
Might seem miniscule. Punch pack power doe, high key spiritual still we on sourdough still we cake mix, pyrex
Paradigm, live from the big smoke, money in maratime.
Of course
Tryna get close to the source
Everyone cattin on the sauce
You can try but ya know it looks forced
Of course
Tryna get close to the source
Everyone cattin on the sauce
You can try but ya know it looks forced
The say dont look a gift horse in the mouth
Why not would you take a word at face value
Kool-aid Gen got us got us hangin like laundry, we livin in an age where a status is gospel.
Everything fleeting, Knee jerk happiness
Livin off clichés, tiktok timelines,
Everyone talkin.
No one livin it,
Big man wid a keyboard still givin it
Live from the bedroom, straight to the msofa
Benefit boss man, movin like cobras
Benzo's got us all beefin in comas
Everyone one step away from being homeless
Amazon primed pussio for the purchase
Gripped living off a drip feed for the drip
Everything pastiche, substance worthless
Livin off borrowed time, tryna get a grip
Pastures, livin like labrats
Age of aquarius, couldn't come sooner
They feedin of the fear in us
Nefarious nanotech, biotech warfare
Megalomania, caught in the cross hairs
Moonwalk through the crossfire man a bullet proof,
Crude runs thicker than blood, put a hook in you,
News flash, goin all in no foreplay
Hard talk, Sam got the woodie for the gunplay,
Hoodies in parliament, Priti so sinister
Truth in a bally, protect drillminister
Might seem miniscule. Punch pack power doe, high key spiritual still we on sourdough still we cake mix, pyrex
Paradigm, live from the big smoke, money in maratime.
Of course
Tryna get close to the source
Everyone cattin on the sauce
You can try but ya know it looks forced
Of course
Tryna get close to the source
Everyone cattin on the sauce
You can try but ya know it looks forced
The say dont look a gift horse in the mouth
Why not would you take a word at face value
Kool-aid Gen got us got us hangin like laundry, we livin in an age where a status is gospel.
Everything fleeting, Knee jerk happiness
Livin off clichés, tiktok timelines,
Everyone talkin.
No one livin it,
Big man wid a keyboard still givin it
Live from the bedroom, straight to the msofa
Benefit boss man, movin like cobras
Benzo's got us all beefin in comas
Everyone one step away from being homeless
Amazon primed pussio for the purchase
Gripped living off a drip feed for the drip
Everything pastiche, substance worthless
Livin off borrowed time, tryna get a grip
Writer: EBOW GRAHAM, GOVIND KIDAO, JONATHAN FOGEL, JOSHUA PINNOCK-GRAY, LAURENCE READING, PAVAN MUKHI
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing