MUPH + PLUTONIC

MUPH + PLUTONIC - Leave Your Shoes At The Door lyrics

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Yeah, yeah

Raph Boogie, BVA, Muph & Plutonic

Please leave your shoes at the door

Respect ours and we'll respect yours

Yo Muph & Pluto, you ready?

Let's do this

It's my house, like a drop in sender

Shoes off, it's also time for dinner

We straight, DIY

Got a home with dog and a house and a room

Where we cooking up these tunes for buffoons

In bad moods too, we're wolves under full moons (rah)

I'm rapping till I break my ribs

Got you staring at eagle's tits

Cobwebs get dusted

Foul mouth, better clean them gutters

My whole cortex fills, filled with clutter

Makes me wanna smash the TV

On the best house on the worst street

Ooooh... like you heavily equipped

While I'm a be like confetti I this bitch

Hard to clean up, floorboards are caved in

Like a holiday rearranging

But the main thing is - the lines in between

It ain't no fun being the king

Unless you've got queen of your castle, c'mon

This is my house - your space

My freedom - her thoughts

His pressures - her dreams

Our lessons

This is my house - your space

My freedom - her thoughts

His pressures - her dreams

Our lessons

Please leave the shoes at the door

Respect mine and I'll respect yours

Let's go

You step, and piss and shit

And come round talking like "Let me in"

I might call you next of kin

No don't let them near with that pissed off grin

You see I got no time

To hear you whinge then press rewind

And I can deal with the indifferent moves

But not all this drama that comes from the booze

So sit on the patio

And think to yourself "Man, how I'm gonna let it go? "

Scratch your head a little, think out loud

Hell, delve deep like you're way too proud

Cause you've got a mountain to move

And you don't seem to drink from the Fountain of Youth

Life is hard going, don't leave your door open

Unless you're more hoping, to keep the breeze blowing

I polish the floorboards and concrete

With a mental lack of that you can't beat

It's that stay on track

Don't knock on my door before I call ya back

Huh, welcome to my humble homely headspace

Please leave your shoes at the door with your dead weight

Blueprint projecting a typical male's template

Breathe, we let the wind's breeze ventilate

And penetrate the hallway, we let the music resonate like all day

Emulate a court case to house rules, they're my forte

Shorn, shaved closely, never conform to the ghostly sounds

Of the souls and the spirits that walk this town

Run round to round the garden path

Float from the lounge to the harbour's rather large bath

And after we find the pasture

Where the grass is greener we can hang from the rafters

Multiple mirrors bring the laughter

The deckchairs and carpet and crafted

Obvious the fact there's no chance of departure

And I rather you start to leave

The dog turd on the mat, while you follow the lead

If it's do not disturb - respect that

If it's do not disturb leave a message and I'll get back

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