ERIC BANAS by Turquoise Prince Lyrics
[Intro]
Have a look at what you've gone and done!
Your mum's upset!
Papertoy on the beat
[Verse]
I'm slappin' rappers with bad manners
You're nothing like Chopper, bruh, you and your boys are Eric Bana's
It doesn't matter, all I need is sixty seconds
You'll see me on 60 Minutes, when I see you see what happens
I'm unhappy with the state of shit, lost in my state of mind ([?])
Different girls in different states, none of them can spend the night
Spendin' all these drugs on money, payin' for it with my life
My dealer really needs a best friend, politely I decline (Sorry!)
I've never heard of Midas.Gold; me? I got the Midas touch
Might as well be mining gold, change your name to fuckin' Dust
Sweep these rappers off their feet, sweetest cunt to switch a flow
Name a realer one than me; couple years let me know
I'm sick of Aussie rappers rappin' like they grew up in the States
Industry's full of fakes
That I came to violate, I've survived the tsunami, bruh
I've been shook in earthquakes, I could tell you stories that'd
Make your heart skip a beat, as I skip to the top
Like a scratched CD, when I spit shit's hot
That's why I drip feed, 'cause I could sing pop
And make it sound me, but that's not what they want
They want that L-T-C, get it in ya
So I give it to her deep enough to make her praise me for my sins
Ivan, when you punch above your weight you never win (Never)
She’s only with you 'cause she can’t afford a Sybian
And last week my ex said I'm still the best
I said "Thanks" then exited her new residence
I'm in love again, tell your friends we're friends
Now when I say I love you, I mean it
These are my demons
This is my freedom; I have my reasons
Problems I bottle up, bottles I polish the bottles off
There's no more piss in the house? Hit the bottle shop
Before you rockin' up suss who you hangin' with
If he start gackin' up strictly no gronks in here
He wouldn't run astray (Nah), I put him on his head (Yes)
I bring the game to its knees and let it gimme head
Oh! King Streets disciple
Half-Tongan boy, these tats are not tribal
But tell me what you know about survival?
King of the fuckin' jungle, I'm comin' for the title
L-T-C
[Outro]
Mum's upset!
Have a look at what you've gone and done!
Your mum's upset!
Papertoy on the beat
[Verse]
I'm slappin' rappers with bad manners
You're nothing like Chopper, bruh, you and your boys are Eric Bana's
It doesn't matter, all I need is sixty seconds
You'll see me on 60 Minutes, when I see you see what happens
I'm unhappy with the state of shit, lost in my state of mind ([?])
Different girls in different states, none of them can spend the night
Spendin' all these drugs on money, payin' for it with my life
My dealer really needs a best friend, politely I decline (Sorry!)
I've never heard of Midas.Gold; me? I got the Midas touch
Might as well be mining gold, change your name to fuckin' Dust
Sweep these rappers off their feet, sweetest cunt to switch a flow
Name a realer one than me; couple years let me know
I'm sick of Aussie rappers rappin' like they grew up in the States
Industry's full of fakes
That I came to violate, I've survived the tsunami, bruh
I've been shook in earthquakes, I could tell you stories that'd
Make your heart skip a beat, as I skip to the top
Like a scratched CD, when I spit shit's hot
That's why I drip feed, 'cause I could sing pop
And make it sound me, but that's not what they want
They want that L-T-C, get it in ya
So I give it to her deep enough to make her praise me for my sins
Ivan, when you punch above your weight you never win (Never)
She’s only with you 'cause she can’t afford a Sybian
And last week my ex said I'm still the best
I said "Thanks" then exited her new residence
I'm in love again, tell your friends we're friends
Now when I say I love you, I mean it
These are my demons
This is my freedom; I have my reasons
Problems I bottle up, bottles I polish the bottles off
There's no more piss in the house? Hit the bottle shop
Before you rockin' up suss who you hangin' with
If he start gackin' up strictly no gronks in here
He wouldn't run astray (Nah), I put him on his head (Yes)
I bring the game to its knees and let it gimme head
Oh! King Streets disciple
Half-Tongan boy, these tats are not tribal
But tell me what you know about survival?
King of the fuckin' jungle, I'm comin' for the title
L-T-C
[Outro]
Mum's upset!