(No Ratings Yet)Here are the lyrics for the latest single from Split Prophets called Stick Up. The woven tale of a bank robbery that starts out SO great, as bank robberies usually do. Will Hi Res and Upfront make it out with the loot? Read on.…
HI RES & UPFRONT
- Everybody hit the deck quick
- This is a stick up
- Don’t act rash
- ‘Cause nobody’s gonna miss us
- Nah we rob banks
- Like Tom Hanks drivin’ a pickup
- With guns loaded sat in our hands
- We have one motive
- I guess you noticed this
- So shut your mouths, no talking
- Don’t go phone calling
- Mr Piggy Dawkins
- Now I got a hostage screaming
- “Don’t shoot me!”
- Well I won’t if this goes smoothly
- Just hand the money and don’t sue me
- Truly to the unruly,
- It’s no movie
- We need this you see
- So don’t make me get loopy
- We buried you deep so Hi Res man, keep the hostages near
- I’ll take the vault with the bomb
- No need for locksmiths in here
- Just give me warning if the cops should appear
- I got it locked man
- Nobody’s wage is great enough to get brave and get
- Popped in the face
- Just get the glock from the safe
- The tiny box and the papes
- Yo, I open the safe now you lay down on the floor
- The money we take out, like five hundred thousand or more
- Before we hear the sound of the law surrounding us raw
- The staggered sound of a roar
- Get up
- We need to break out
- Make route to that safe house
- But the coppers blocked the ways out
- With snipers on the roofs
- And helicopters full of trained scouts
- To take your face out
- I agree Hi Res man it’s time to escape now
- We need to break out
- I’ve just started panicking
- Check both the exits
- I’m stressed but just managing
- This girl’s crying, bitch, pack it in
- Shut up you dumb fuck
- Why are you trying to hassle him?
- You know what? Fuck it, plan 2
- Gun to this girl’s head
- I held a message for the Feds that read
- "We want free rides to pass to get this cash out fast
- Or this lass gets blast, you crass?"
- They took a minute to react
- After sending the note
- For them to throw a smoke
- Bomb through the door as it opened and then it closed
- We both froze
- Here it goes
- We gotta make a break for it
- Took a couple shots at the copper by the gate and hit him
- Straight in the face with it
- Cause we don’t aim to miss
- Shoot the gun at the pigs until the bacon strips
- Bring replacement clips
- Or end up on the pavement
- Six shots fired, grazed but missed
- I said that way too quick
- Bullet hits my waist and makes me twist
- Like I’m breaking
- Shit, the blood splatters my face
- As I stand in amazement
- And try to react to the pain but can’t gather the strength
- Feeling as if this about to happen again
- Grapplin’ pain
- I see Ups take another hit and splatter his brain
- I think “fuck it”, gun to head
- And do exactly the same
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