2 Blokes From Blighty - All Over The Hull
Its late, I usually ask Chat GPT to write the intro, but I'm tired, and I need to remember what we spoke about to do this, so instead here are the lyrics to Downtown by Macklemore and Ryan LewisI went to the moped store, said "Fuck it"And salesman's like "What up, what's your budget?"And I'm like "Honestly, I don't know nothing about mopeds"He said "I got the one for you, follow me"Ooh, it's too realChromed out mirror, I don't need a windshieldBanana seat, a canopy on two wheelsEight hundred cash, that's a hell of a dealI'm headed...Downtown, cruising through the alleyTip-toeing in the street like balletPulled up, moped to the valetWhite walls on the wheels like mayonnaiseDope, my crew is ill, and all we need is two good wheelsGot gas in the tank, cash in the bankAnd a bad little mama with her ass in my faceI'ma lick that, stick that, break her off, Kit-KatSnuck her in backstage, you don't need a wristbandDopeKilling the game, 'bout to catch a bodyPassed the Harley, Dukie on the DucatiTimbaland, Khaled, Scott Storch, BirdmanGoddamn, man, everybody got BugattisBut I'ma keep it hella 1987Head into the dealership and drop a stack and cop a KawasakiI'm stunting on everybody, hella raw, pass the WasabiI'm so low that my scrotum's almost dragging up on the concreteMy seat is leather, alright, I'm lying, it's pleatherBut girl, we could still ride together, ohYou don't need an Uber, you don't need a cabFuck a bus pass, you got a moped, manShe got 1988 Mariah Carey hairVery rare, mom jeans on her derriereThrowing up the West Side as we tear in the airStop by Pike Place, throwing fish to a playerDowntown, downtown (Downtown)Downtown, downtown (Downtown)She has her arms around your waistWith a balance that will keep her safe (Downtown)Have you ever felt the warm embrace (Downtown)Of a leather seat between your legsHey, hey-oh-ey-eyHey, hey-oh-ey-eyHey, hey-oh-ey-eyHey, hey-oh-ey-eyDowntownYou don't want no beef, boyKnow I run the streets, boyBetter follow me towardsDowntownWhat you see is what you get, girlDon't ever forget, girlAin't seen nothing yet until you'reDowntownDopeCut the bullshit, get off my mulletStone washed, so raw, moped like a bullet, oh, yee-owYou can't catch me, a po-po can't reprimand meI'm in a B-Boy stance, I'm not dancingI got your girl on the back going tandemCause I'm too damn quick, I'm too damn slickWhole downtown yelling out "Who that is?"It's me, the M, the A-C, the KSounding like a French pimp from back in the dayI take her to Pend Oreille and I water skateI mean, water ski, ollie, ollie, oxen freeI'm perusing down Fourth and they watching meI do a headstand, the eagle lands on my seatWell hello, but baby, the kickstand ain't freeNow do you or do you not wanna ride with me?I got one girl, I got two wheelsShe a big girl, but ain't a big dealI like a big girl, I like 'em sassyGoing down the backstreet listening to BlackstreetRunning around the whole townNeighbors yelling at me like, "You need to slow down""Going thirty-eight, Dan, chill the fuck outMow your damn lawn and sit the hell down"If I only had one helmet, I would give it to you, give it to youCruising down Broadway, girl, what a wonderful view, wonderful viewThere's layers to this shit, player, tiramisu, tiramisuLet my coat-tail drag but I ain't tearing my suit, tearing my suitDowntown, downtown (Downtown)Downtown, downtownShe has her arms around your waistWith a balance that will keep her safeHave you ever felt the warm embraceOf a leather seat between your legsDowntownYou don't want no beef, boyKnow I run the streets, boyBetter follow me towardsDowntownWhat you see is what you get, girlDon't ever forget, girlAin't seen nothing yet until you'reDowntownYou don't want no beef, boyKnow I run the streets, boyBetter follow me towardsDowntownWhat you see is what you get, girlDon't ever forget, girlAin't seen nothing yet until you'reDowntown Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.
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