Mic Reckless - Mask, Gloves & Coat [Lyrics]
[Intro]
Y-O Y-O
It’s payday fella’s
Y-O Y-O Y-O Y-O
I said it’s fucking payday motherfuckers
Y-O Y-O
[Chorus]
I gave the boy a loan,
on the low, on the low, on the low
Y-O Y-O
And now it’s time to pay me what you owe,
what you owe, what you owe, what you owe
Y-O Y-O
‘Cause I’m the type that might break in to your home,
on my own, on my own, on my own
Y-O Y-O
‘Cause I’m the type that might break in to your home,
on my own, on my own, on my own
Y-O Y-O
Yeah I’m the type that might break in to your home,
on my own, on my own, on my own
Y-O Y-O
‘Cause I’m the type that might break in to your home,
on my own, on my own, on my own
[Verse 1]
I’m scoping out your home, with the drone
your dome with the chrome
You can’t just tick a O and stop answering your phone
This fuckin’ little bastard isn’t parting with his doe
But I know where his mum lives and I’m parkin’ up her road
Mask and gloves and coats
Halves and nuts and bolts
Carcass in a casket, I’m a start a fuckin’ cult
You should have been my bro
My heart is fuckin’ broke
Now I’m fuckin’ past it, I ain’t asking for my doh
I’m after someone’s soul
I’m after someone’s soul
Hit ‘em with the metal but their ass just somersault
Might just charge us with assault
This card just slit your throat
Ahhh
Break in to your yard and start dancing on my own
Like woah
[Chorus]
I gave the boy a loan,
on the low, on the low, on the low
Y-O Y-O
And now it’s time to pay me what you owe,
what you owe, what you owe, what you owe
Y-O Y-O
‘Cause I’m the type that might break in to your home,
on my own, on my own, on my own
Y-O Y-O
‘Cause I’m the type that might break in to your home,
on my own, on my own, on my own
Y-O Y-O
Yeah I’m the type that might break in to your home,
on my own, on my own, on my own
Y-O Y-O
‘Cause I’m the type that might break in to your home,
on my own, on my own, on my own
[Verse 2]
I might break in, just to smash suttin’
Won’t steal shit, just leave taps runnin’
Let it overflow, just so you know
That you owe me doe, and now mans comin’
Until you pay me back, you won’t have nothin’
That’s my weed that man’s bunnin’
That’s my food that man’s eatin’
You treat her to Ann Summers,
that’s my chick that man’s fuckin’
That’s righteous that man’s duckin’
That’s my brother in the crab buckin’
while you’re filling up his hat, stomach
I thought, do you know something?
I’ll break in to his flat, fuck it
I’ll go through his Dad’s wallet
You ain’t got the cash? Bet your Nan’s got it
That’s mans logic, you strap product
You don’t pay it back, you max profit
You holding cash, get your hands off it
That’s my money and man want it, in my back pocket
Ain’t stand-off ish, I’m a stamp on him
Put my hands on him, I’ll break in that’s as promised
And take shit so padlock it
[Chorus]
I gave the boy a loan,
on the low, on the low, on the low
Y-O Y-O
And now it’s time to pay me what you owe,
what you owe, what you owe, what you owe
Y-O Y-O
‘Cause I’m the type that might break in to your home, on my own, on my own, on my own
Y-O Y-O
‘Cause I’m the type that might break in to your home, on my own, on my own, on my own
Y-O Y-O
Yeah I’m the type that might break in to your home,
on my own, on my own, on my own
Y-O Y-O
‘Cause I’m the type that might break in to your home,
on my own, on my own, on my own