Take It Outside Lyrics
| Song | Take It Outside |
| Artist | Calabashed |
| Artist | Adam Kammerling |
| Artist | Betamax |
| Artist | Danalogue |
| Album | Behold a Black Wave |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Joshua Idehen | |
| 作曲 : Angus Fairbairn | |
| High drama in the Wetherspoon, it’s all kicking off | |
| Galactus versus Dr Doom, it’s all kicking off | |
| The barmaid, belling out enough is enough | |
| It’s falling down on deaf ears, Double Van Gogh | |
| Geezer spilt my rum, better sort it out, son | |
| Sorry, I ain’t got the funds | |
| Go off and suck your mum | |
| The doorman looks away | |
| The punters step back | |
| Brows furrowed, chest out | |
| And the knuckles snap | |
| Rage sweeps the torso | |
| Sweat floods the temple | |
| He-Man had it up to here with Orko | |
| Eyes on the exit | |
| This is why I voted Brexit | |
| Jokes on you cuz I’s born here, innit | |
| Neither packs it in, both expect to win | |
| In another life, monsieur’s | |
| By the TV, in some odd socks to the heater | |
| But the shark rushes in for blood | |
| And the night demands a victor | |
| I guess we better take this outside | |
| I guess we, better take this outside | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| Yo | |
| You a king or a princess? | |
| You a minxish thing to be rinsed by big men | |
| On the wrong side of the instep | |
| Will you fist swing and the lips split so they drip red | |
| Yeah quick to flip at this sixth sense | |
| Live tense mate | |
| Drink heavyweight | |
| Bench press the day | |
| Do not let your stress emanate | |
| For heaven's sake | |
| Don’t ask for help if you felt a way | |
| You rage down or you celebrate | |
| You binary so no therapy | |
| Boy get surly yeah | |
| Boys head worldly yeah | |
| Boy physi yeah if you get shirty yeah | |
| Speak with chest like all head heard me yeah | |
| Boy dun school that’s dead end learning yeah | |
| Boy tek G-check and get certi | |
| Boy stomp to ketch if the crepes dirty | |
| Never been that puss, | |
| Never been that moist | |
| Never been that Gosche, | |
| Never been that toy, | |
| Never been that sheep | |
| Never been that droid, | |
| Never been that girl | |
| Never been that boy, | |
| It’s all man man | |
| Do life big it’s all man man | |
| Find your way through that dark path, | |
| All bastards holding up lanterns | |
| Speak the language | |
| The where you peeping language | |
| The leave you bleeding language | |
| The hide your ****ing feelings language | |
| Screaming anguish, keep it dampened. | |
| The comic book and screens out canon | |
| Feed us up we’re still we’re feeling famished | |
| Whole feeling palette has been abandoned | |
| Deep it bruv we don’t feel the damage | |
| Squeeze the sponge and it streaming rancid | |
| Steaming drunk cus we understand it | |
| Ain’t seeking love, we just seeking anger | |
| Feeling stuck, but can’t weigh the anchor | |
| I think we better take this outside | |
| Ain’t seeking love, we just seeking anger | |
| Feeling stuck, but can’t weigh the anchor | |
| I think we better take this outside |
| zuo ci : Joshua Idehen | |
| zuo qu : Angus Fairbairn | |
| High drama in the Wetherspoon, it' s all kicking off | |
| Galactus versus Dr Doom, it' s all kicking off | |
| The barmaid, belling out enough is enough | |
| It' s falling down on deaf ears, Double Van Gogh | |
| Geezer spilt my rum, better sort it out, son | |
| Sorry, I ain' t got the funds | |
| Go off and suck your mum | |
| The doorman looks away | |
| The punters step back | |
| Brows furrowed, chest out | |
| And the knuckles snap | |
| Rage sweeps the torso | |
| Sweat floods the temple | |
| He-Man had it up to here with Orko | |
| Eyes on the exit | |
| This is why I voted Brexit | |
| Jokes on you cuz I' s born here, innit | |
| Neither packs it in, both expect to win | |
| In another life, monsieur' s | |
| By the TV, in some odd socks to the heater | |
| But the shark rushes in for blood | |
| And the night demands a victor | |
| I guess we better take this outside | |
| I guess we, better take this outside | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| Yo | |
| You a king or a princess? | |
| You a minxish thing to be rinsed by big men | |
| On the wrong side of the instep | |
| Will you fist swing and the lips split so they drip red | |
| Yeah quick to flip at this sixth sense | |
| Live tense mate | |
| Drink heavyweight | |
| Bench press the day | |
| Do not let your stress emanate | |
| For heaven' s sake | |
| Don' t ask for help if you felt a way | |
| You rage down or you celebrate | |
| You binary so no therapy | |
| Boy get surly yeah | |
| Boys head worldly yeah | |
| Boy physi yeah if you get shirty yeah | |
| Speak with chest like all head heard me yeah | |
| Boy dun school that' s dead end learning yeah | |
| Boy tek G-check and get certi | |
| Boy stomp to ketch if the crepes dirty | |
| Never been that puss, | |
| Never been that moist | |
| Never been that Gosche, | |
| Never been that toy, | |
| Never been that sheep | |
| Never been that droid, | |
| Never been that girl | |
| Never been that boy, | |
| It' s all man man | |
| Do life big it' s all man man | |
| Find your way through that dark path, | |
| All bastards holding up lanterns | |
| Speak the language | |
| The where you peeping language | |
| The leave you bleeding language | |
| The hide your ing feelings language | |
| Screaming anguish, keep it dampened. | |
| The comic book and screens out canon | |
| Feed us up we' re still we' re feeling famished | |
| Whole feeling palette has been abandoned | |
| Deep it bruv we don' t feel the damage | |
| Squeeze the sponge and it streaming rancid | |
| Steaming drunk cus we understand it | |
| Ain' t seeking love, we just seeking anger | |
| Feeling stuck, but can' t weigh the anchor | |
| I think we better take this outside | |
| Ain' t seeking love, we just seeking anger | |
| Feeling stuck, but can' t weigh the anchor | |
| I think we better take this outside |
| zuò cí : Joshua Idehen | |
| zuò qǔ : Angus Fairbairn | |
| High drama in the Wetherspoon, it' s all kicking off | |
| Galactus versus Dr Doom, it' s all kicking off | |
| The barmaid, belling out enough is enough | |
| It' s falling down on deaf ears, Double Van Gogh | |
| Geezer spilt my rum, better sort it out, son | |
| Sorry, I ain' t got the funds | |
| Go off and suck your mum | |
| The doorman looks away | |
| The punters step back | |
| Brows furrowed, chest out | |
| And the knuckles snap | |
| Rage sweeps the torso | |
| Sweat floods the temple | |
| He-Man had it up to here with Orko | |
| Eyes on the exit | |
| This is why I voted Brexit | |
| Jokes on you cuz I' s born here, innit | |
| Neither packs it in, both expect to win | |
| In another life, monsieur' s | |
| By the TV, in some odd socks to the heater | |
| But the shark rushes in for blood | |
| And the night demands a victor | |
| I guess we better take this outside | |
| I guess we, better take this outside | |
| VERSE 2 | |
| Yo | |
| You a king or a princess? | |
| You a minxish thing to be rinsed by big men | |
| On the wrong side of the instep | |
| Will you fist swing and the lips split so they drip red | |
| Yeah quick to flip at this sixth sense | |
| Live tense mate | |
| Drink heavyweight | |
| Bench press the day | |
| Do not let your stress emanate | |
| For heaven' s sake | |
| Don' t ask for help if you felt a way | |
| You rage down or you celebrate | |
| You binary so no therapy | |
| Boy get surly yeah | |
| Boys head worldly yeah | |
| Boy physi yeah if you get shirty yeah | |
| Speak with chest like all head heard me yeah | |
| Boy dun school that' s dead end learning yeah | |
| Boy tek G-check and get certi | |
| Boy stomp to ketch if the crepes dirty | |
| Never been that puss, | |
| Never been that moist | |
| Never been that Gosche, | |
| Never been that toy, | |
| Never been that sheep | |
| Never been that droid, | |
| Never been that girl | |
| Never been that boy, | |
| It' s all man man | |
| Do life big it' s all man man | |
| Find your way through that dark path, | |
| All bastards holding up lanterns | |
| Speak the language | |
| The where you peeping language | |
| The leave you bleeding language | |
| The hide your ing feelings language | |
| Screaming anguish, keep it dampened. | |
| The comic book and screens out canon | |
| Feed us up we' re still we' re feeling famished | |
| Whole feeling palette has been abandoned | |
| Deep it bruv we don' t feel the damage | |
| Squeeze the sponge and it streaming rancid | |
| Steaming drunk cus we understand it | |
| Ain' t seeking love, we just seeking anger | |
| Feeling stuck, but can' t weigh the anchor | |
| I think we better take this outside | |
| Ain' t seeking love, we just seeking anger | |
| Feeling stuck, but can' t weigh the anchor | |
| I think we better take this outside |
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