Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kean Kavanagh
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sam Knowles
Composer
Peter Brien
Composer
Adam kaye
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kean Kavanagh
Producer
Peter Brien
Producer
Karma Kid
Producer
Baz Kaye
Producer
Lyrics
I've been down
I've been out
And yet I'm up and I'm in
King of oil
Man of sin
All eyeing
Watch how they slip where he slides
Houston born
Townie raised
Petrol pumps out the front
Kid, it's yours if you pay
And I'm pricey
Get what you pay for in life
And not being morbid and
Don't even think I'd have the time
Never gonna let mine get sliced
Spillin' brown, no, no
Black Texas Tea, watch it rising
Rising, rising, rising
Rise, let it rise
I'm a bull
Money man
Ain't no one what can punk me
Knows who I am
Dog pile-on
Petrol or pressure besides
Ain't a tree
Nor a lake
Ain't a hole in the sky that could get in my way
I'm flying, jet black I burn through the sights
And not being funny but
His lot are 90 going 9
Never gonna see me get heisted, ground out, no
Black Texas Teeth watch me smiling,
Smiling, smiling, smiling,
Smiling, smiling,
Red from the gum to the mouth
I'm gonna build enough fire
Til I burn through the dead
I'm gonna build enough fire
Til I burn through the dead
I'm gonna build enough fire
Til I burn through the dead
I'm gonna build enough fire
Have ye all forewarned
I don't think I'd ever do the time
Said they might cut off me pipes
Knot 'em tight, Lord no
Black Texas Tea
Watch it rising, rising
Rising, rising
Rising, rising
Rising, rising
Rising, rising
I couldn't stop it once I started
Goin' on into allusions
Into wild mountain thyme
I couldn't stop it once I started
Goin' on into allusions
Into wild mountain thyme
Written by: Adam kaye, Kean Kavanagh, Peter Brien, Sam Knowles