Top It Up

[Intro]
He's dead
Yeah, he died
Can't your remember?
That's what you're here for
He's dead

[Verse 1]
I shove it up
I can do it, fit as fuck
Two and a half at a time
Just to make another eight squeeze
And push out big muscles as fuck
Yes, please
No drama
Click in lift it up for the body armor
I ain't yim, these pub dickheads
Lyle and Scott, Adidas wheeze
Tombstone knights around King Arthur's cheese
His dosh, two strokes doctor come here, please
Life down, wings and wheels
I know the roads of fair England now
Airlock, everybody is a fucking cock
Text dead men, burrowed deep in the holes of
Nationalist dens them men
Spittin' out, two lines on the table
At a fucking funeral for somebody who got sick of two lines on the table

[Chorus]
Top it up
At least the DJ's alright
I'm on a buzz
Shove it up
At least the DJ's alright
I'm on a buzz
Shove it up
Shove it up
Shove it up
Shove it up

[Verse 2]
The shine of the varnished bar
Menu cards, new menu, 2 meat, peri peri chicken
Ales blend into sleep
Into what? The rope is your destiny
The silence of the grams
Family don't like no fucker
TASCAM, 4-track, the real map, the way out
Ah, fuck that
Give me the key
You want a fucking class tune?
Then here you go then, gravy bum
You can have this one on me
What a nice man
There was nothing nice about the dickhead man
As peel hits the floor
His kids throwing fruit about
'Til she's old enough to break the law

[Chorus]
Top it up
At least the DJ's alright
I'm on a buzz
Shove it up
At least the DJ's alright
I'm on a buzz
Shove it up
Shove it up
Shove it up
Shove it up

[Outro]
Take me away from it
I don't want to go near it
I don't want to go near it
Take me away from it
I don't want to go near it
Take me away from it
Take me away from it
I don't want to go near it
Take me away from it