Fly Casual from El Sol by Average Rap Band

VERSE 1+++

yeah my submarine is yellow.
and my wallabies are camel.
rock that grey and black 5 panel.
i call that shit fly casual

never see me in no camo.
because i am not a commando
but might see me in my jandals.
with that 5 dollar blue flannel.

we ain’t trapping out of no bando.
we just tapping on the piano.
and we far from international
we just underground like the fraggles.

and i don’t fuck around with no battle
if you wanna scrap then we can do that tho.
i don’t know what got you so agro.
why you gotta act like a fucking asshole? rggh.

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OK *** chill out bruv it’s OK ***
calm down. it’s ok. all right now. sit down it’s OK
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VERSE 2+++


yeah my rap band is average.
and my pad ain’t no palace.
i got holes all in my asics (or) (in my new balance)
i call that aerodynamic.

and i’m high like lamar odom.
blame it on the kardashians
got a bottle under my jacket.
milk crates under my mattress.

and i’m high like michael jackson.
till i o.d like my balance.
tell the DJ at my funeral
better play blackberry molasses

and i don’t fuck around with no rappers.
always talking bout who’s the badest
why you got to be so passive
aggressive. got this is all backwards. but all right.

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OK *** we get it bruv. it’s OK***
your mixtape is hot flames. yeah. whatever you say.
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VERSE 3+++

i don’t give a fuck about a motherfucking sound cloud.
i don’t wanna sound like anyone that’s out now.
everyone around town imitating our sound.
fuck your hit hat, hit me with a cow bell.

shut your mouth for i hit you with the round house.
fuck all of the promo shit, put it out now.
no one wanna hear about a two month count down.
shit got me bout to have a motherfucking melt down.

i don’t give a fuck about a god damn hype beast.
i ain’t camping out in any line for some nikes.
fuck your air max 90s. bite me.
i don’t give a shit if you don’t like me.

i don’t even like like me. fuck me. fuck u. fight me.
bruv, you’re a grown ass man in white jeans.
why you gotta be all high and mighty?
bout to get you hit over the head with a heiny.

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OK*** oh what now? you OK? ***
your white jeans are all stained. ohhh sorry bout that mate.
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• Electronic
• Rap
• balearic
• boogie
• disco
• synthpop
• Melbourne