majic dusty
goldie lookin chain
dusty. dusty. dusty.dusty
selling some to posh kids
i do's a few spoons to get me in the mood
i never do too much cos that makes you rude
cos that's the trouble when you do too much
gettin' louder and louder
it's no fuckin' wonder they call it wacko powder
dust! majic dusty! majic dust! majic dusty!
have fucking turned black
and when your?s gone you cant never get it back
pulls things out my nose that look like bits of flan
so sometimes i wash 'em up and smoke 'em on a can
got a fuckin' blizzard blowing through my mind
this dirty fuckin' habit's costin' me a fuckin' mint
blew my cash on the blower now i'm really fuckin' skint
dust! majic dusty! majic dust! majic dusty! dusty! dusty!
i never saw a woman fuckin' complain
like the pale skinny girl over there
she likes to play head games but fuckin' beware
she's really fuckin' off it
give her half a gram and she'll open her thighs
but leave her alone if i was you brother
cos she's not the kind of girl you can take home to your mother
dust! majic dusty! majic dust! majic dusty!
i really fuckin' want to but it's hard to quit
this cocaine scene is full of false fuckers
i'd rather deal with people fucked up on pukkas
back to sellin' mary jane and fuckin' flat press
dust! majic dusty! majic dust! majic dusty
i got 3 grams of tony montana
and an eccy. *like michael barrymore back on the jam
four? go out with a bang*
and he took all of 'em. my mate took 'em
and there was all white foam round his mouth like mumm-ra from