Disguise Songtext
von Goldie Lookin Chain
Disguise Songtext
My dealer′s paranoid, I don't blame him for being cautious
There′s been too many busts, it's enough to make you nauseous
I thought about the problem so I came up with a plan
To disguise myself as someone else to try to fool the man
Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy
Or dress up like the Krankies if it'll guarantee your weed supply
Lawyer, sailor, who can deny
A disguise is necessary when you wanna get high
My dealer′s advice is don′t wear a trackie
When I'm coming round to buy my wacky baccy
I go trap my dealers in a rugby kit
I know that he′s on but he's got the best shit
There′s a chopper above and I'm driving downhill
It′s like Goodfellas and I'm not getting real
I dropped off a cat and I takes the bus
To avoid detection so I won't get sussed
The walls don′t have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
The walls don′t have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
Dealer's being watched, I′m sure I'm being tailed
Supplier further up the chain has just been jailed
Heard the phones are tapped like 1984
They listen in when the trigger word is talked
If you wanna score you gotta be discreet
Stop the drayers cold, fill your message with sex speak
Give it a few weeks and keep your heads held low
It′ll be back to normal and we'll all have blow
Change of clothes and a fake moustache
All this bother for a lump of ash
I′ve had to change my cap at least three times
Arriving with shopping to hide my dealer's crimes last week
High vis and my brother's hard hat
The week before returning with my lost cap
What′s coming next, an insurance broker?
I haven′t got a suit, I'm just a drawn smoker
The walls don′t have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
The walls don't have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
My dealer′s advice is to wear a disguise
It's all about the element of surprise
So I went fancy dress, a cowboy from the wild west
Dressed up like a tree to avoid CCTV
With a stethoscope I′m dressed up like a quack
When I get there my dealer's had a heart attack
So I tried CPR but his life was aborted
And I was gutted cos I didn't get sorted
I′ve got a pocket full of this and a bag full of the other
So I put on a disguise, make my journey undercover
I might be a lawyer or even a physician
If you recognise me you′ve got 20/20 vision
I sometimes wear a monocle to throw him off guard
I discard my tracksuit to look less hard
I heard my dealer's up front serving my spans
So I wears a false beard and I′m switching cans
I've driven twenty miles to get a half a Q
My dealer′s under surveillance and I don't know what to do
Can′t think of going elsewhere cos he'd break both legs
Then it's sympathy and tea for last man′s dregs
The walls don′t have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
The walls don't have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
There′s been too many busts, it's enough to make you nauseous
I thought about the problem so I came up with a plan
To disguise myself as someone else to try to fool the man
Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy
Or dress up like the Krankies if it'll guarantee your weed supply
Lawyer, sailor, who can deny
A disguise is necessary when you wanna get high
My dealer′s advice is don′t wear a trackie
When I'm coming round to buy my wacky baccy
I go trap my dealers in a rugby kit
I know that he′s on but he's got the best shit
There′s a chopper above and I'm driving downhill
It′s like Goodfellas and I'm not getting real
I dropped off a cat and I takes the bus
To avoid detection so I won't get sussed
The walls don′t have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
The walls don′t have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
Dealer's being watched, I′m sure I'm being tailed
Supplier further up the chain has just been jailed
Heard the phones are tapped like 1984
They listen in when the trigger word is talked
If you wanna score you gotta be discreet
Stop the drayers cold, fill your message with sex speak
Give it a few weeks and keep your heads held low
It′ll be back to normal and we'll all have blow
Change of clothes and a fake moustache
All this bother for a lump of ash
I′ve had to change my cap at least three times
Arriving with shopping to hide my dealer's crimes last week
High vis and my brother's hard hat
The week before returning with my lost cap
What′s coming next, an insurance broker?
I haven′t got a suit, I'm just a drawn smoker
The walls don′t have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
The walls don't have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
My dealer′s advice is to wear a disguise
It's all about the element of surprise
So I went fancy dress, a cowboy from the wild west
Dressed up like a tree to avoid CCTV
With a stethoscope I′m dressed up like a quack
When I get there my dealer's had a heart attack
So I tried CPR but his life was aborted
And I was gutted cos I didn't get sorted
I′ve got a pocket full of this and a bag full of the other
So I put on a disguise, make my journey undercover
I might be a lawyer or even a physician
If you recognise me you′ve got 20/20 vision
I sometimes wear a monocle to throw him off guard
I discard my tracksuit to look less hard
I heard my dealer's up front serving my spans
So I wears a false beard and I′m switching cans
I've driven twenty miles to get a half a Q
My dealer′s under surveillance and I don't know what to do
Can′t think of going elsewhere cos he'd break both legs
Then it's sympathy and tea for last man′s dregs
The walls don′t have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
The walls don't have ears, they got eyes
So I wears a disguise when I gets my supplies
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