HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY DARCY!
This is Darcy's 21st Birthday rap. There are heaps of stories and hidden meanings in the lyrics;
[Savva]
It all started with GTA in 2005, waiting for the day that it would arrive,
Someone told me you were good but not better than me,
Cause I got it a day early, cause I'm fucking 'sleazy',
weezy, lil wayne, keyzy, I'll rip this rap up, fucking easy,
cause we both know lil in names fucking suck,
and you know in year 9 was when we started running a muck,
laughing in miss millers class for no real reason,
telling shepard we fought mouries, but he knew we was teasin,
and a real fight went off, between you and bill,
people thought you were joking, no one knew it was real,
stevie and bill, trouble up to your neck,
got you moved out of james and down to Bentleigh sec,
I knew it wouldn't effect it, our friendship wouldn't wreck,
Cause you live next to the school, almost just a step,
Away, buying chicken burgers everyday,
Sometimes got me thinking is that the reason you tried to stay?
Moving on up, into the world,
Talking like Montana, and picking up girls,
She hooked up with her brother, I dunno if you listen,
You know I'm talking shit, my sarcasm your missin,
Other than that, many adventures unprepared,
Chased by nobles, cops, and rippin them flares,
Walking home from maccas, laughing, yelling out JIIIIT,
Pretending to bash each other on the grass, And all kinds of crazy shit,
we walked home from Carnegie party, It was all robbies fault,
Because his feet are green, and you know I'm kakarot,
"You my fuckin problem", you threw chewy in my hair,
My fringe was this long, you gave me a scare,
And when we pushed your car cause it ran out of fuel,
Then we locked steph in till she farted, that was quite cruel,
Cause we always act a fool,
whether in public or in the school,
I'm gonna walk home, from my house,
I still have your book the game by neil strauss,
So Happy Birthday to darcy from both of us,
EB brother, darcy's dad used to drive a bus.
[Riman]
Been mates since grade 6, when the group was a mix,
Back in the day, when we didn't need bix,
or a line, for a fix, for a good time,
just kicking back, brittish bulldogs and cricket,
all going crazy when someone got a wicket,
and the only thing in life that wasn't fair,
was when someone cheated in four square,
9 years later experienced more than just a mass debater,
Fearsome like an alligator, on our way up like an elevator,
And you've still got your humour,
But at times, be malignant like a tumour,
And be more hooner, than Robbie d,
coming back from an accident spree,
In the magna, the speed extravaganza,
Hitting you quicker,
Than a double shot of liquer,
Going to wheelers every week,
Going so hard the next day we couldn't speak,
when simon came on, it was just our luck,
cause no one could "shut the fuck up",
on the holidays doing the lighthouse family,
in marco's white, commo, d.o.r.e,
hits from that song,
I would always take so long,
This happened every day every night,
When we said you loved to fight,
You gave monet and I a fright, You changed your guise,
It wasn't monet this time with the suprize,
You morphed into otis in front of our eyes,
Playing for Bentleigh, without the Green,
Never winning, never winning the opposite to sheen,
Noel grinning, when we scored a goal,
Teeths all we'd see, playing night football,
Push Up! I'd be yelling,
Smelling the sweating from who?
Andrew cashmore, that fat jew,
Now that you're all grown up at 21,
We won't steal marcos money, and I'll shout you a fingerbun.
Written By: Chris Savva, Kamal Riman.
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