Correction Lyrics The cat who came for tea by Lausse The Cat

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(Yo man think someone's at the door)
(Oh it's a cat, hello little cat come in)
(What's you're name?)
Lausse The Cat
(You don't look too good mate, what's wrong?)
Nothing

Dream dark and heavy whilst my slumber is light
My pillow forms a silhouette of everything that I lack
See a happy cat when half a gram of backie's in sight
When I've been up for twenty hours tryna figure a track
I need me some structure in life
(What other than some liquor and sex?)
Well all I've done for a month is produce andpuff cigarettes
I've been in a rut for a bit
Ran out of papers to turn
I mean a leaf, but guess i also need some rizlas to burn
Simmer and sit for a moment
(Mind if I roll up a spliff?)
Nah go ahead I got some issues I might stay for a bit
(Do you need a box of tissues?)
Why do i look like a b*t*h?
(No you just look like you've been lacking more than booty and tits)
Listen I live for liquor and sex, pirates and cigarettes
Bless you for thinking that some woman to settle with will make me feel better
I need no ketted Geppetto swinging my heart from a string
And all the ladies now are pinging there tits off
So I figured I am some

Old man rambling, drunk man handling life with no bandages
Hold tight the squad and the guys I go gambling with
I embarrass myself
Nine grand on some sampling skills

But hey most the time you'll see me I'll be listening to trap
With some fine wine, friends and talking to a couple yats
(So you're fine I guess?)
Nah it's more like Fritz the cat
I have been yearning for a little more than sitting back relaxed
Anyways (What?)
Here's another little thing upon my chest
I done figured that my bars are better written when depressed
I done picked apart the past but feel no flicker where the breast lay
Never been stressed (Never been stressed)
Nay i never gave a sh*t
I've been late for every single f**king thing I ever did
I delay the days away till it's acceptable to drink
No complaining though I aim to live my days with haste and urge
Hedonism in the book of what I learnt in living
I figured gurns and glitter
Mirror the purge within us
A little dirt for sinners
Living in urban litter
We are all cursed with inner demons which curdle innards
(I'll put the kettle on, you want some tea?)
Sorry I'd rather liquor
'Cus I'm some

Old man rambling, drunk man handling life with no bandages
Hold tight the squad and the guys I go gambling with
I embarrass myself
Nine grand on some sampleing skills

Lausse the Cat
(f**k me mate that's a bit deep)
(Just chill out mate, sit down, sit down)
(Have a glass of wine)
(It's very fine wine man, it's very fine wine)
(This is the most crackhead thing I've seen you do by far)
(Muttering and laughter)

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