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Out of mind when we out of sight
We come alive in the dead of night
Blood is thick and it's eye for
Actually mate, just fuck this
I can't really be bothered, man
Fuck that
Fuck it
Chyeah
So the story goes
Come about on smoke forever
Let the sheep dem know
I'm a beast when I'm on the charlie, bro
(Fuck) (Fuck)
Fuck forever it's the (cocaine) show
We come alive in the dead of night
Blood is thick and it's eye for
Actually mate, just fuck this
I can't really be bothered, man
Fuck that
Fuck it
Chyeah
So the story goes
Come about on smoke forever
Let the sheep dem know
I'm a beast when I'm on the charlie, bro
(Fuck) (Fuck)
Fuck forever it's the (cocaine) show
You think you're so fucking clever
Like stuck down chewing gum
You know I go hell-for-leather
I'm on track to be the best one ever
Fuck a label man
We're killing it
We're doing it better
Watch it blow (blow)
Blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)
Wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait
So the story goes
I've been living life in a haze while the city light glows
I never slow, slow
Gotta learn to calm down
But I don't, don't going round for round
I'm fucking buzzing
Council housed and violent flow, thugging
Got a couple burners in the oven
McLovin it McLovin
Pick the sticky icky green, budding
Pass it to the left if you start bugging
You think you're so fucking clever
Like stuck down chewing gum
You know I go hell-for-leather
I'm on track to be the best one ever
Fuck a label, man
We're killing it
We're doing it better
Gotta learn to calm down
But I don't, don't going round for round
I'm fucking buzzing
Council housed and violent flow, thugging
Got a couple burners in the oven
McLovin it McLovin
Pick the sticky icky green, budding
Pass it to the left if you start bugging
You think you're so fucking clever
Like stuck down chewing gum
You know I go hell-for-leather
I'm on track to be the best one ever
Fuck a label, man
We're killing it
We're doing it better
Watch it blow (blow, blow, blow, blow)
Watch it blow (blow, blow, blow, blow)
What the fuck?
Hey, fuck that
Chyeah
Out of mind when we out of sight
We come alive in the dead of night
Blood is thick and it's eye for eye
Angels sleep where the devils lie
Devils weep when the angels soar
Morning light knocking at my door
I retreat on the cold stone floor
Come back around and we kill it once more
Hey, hey, Soul Boy, Soul Boy, hang on, one, one second
Watch it blow (blow, blow, blow, blow)
What the fuck?
Hey, fuck that
Chyeah
Out of mind when we out of sight
We come alive in the dead of night
Blood is thick and it's eye for eye
Angels sleep where the devils lie
Devils weep when the angels soar
Morning light knocking at my door
I retreat on the cold stone floor
Come back around and we kill it once more
Hey, hey, Soul Boy, Soul Boy, hang on, one, one second
There's just, there's just this greedy little prick
That I want to talk to for a second, man
Would you let me talk to him?
(Yeah, fuck it, talk to him)
Thanks very much, mate
Fuck about, son
I'm the dentist
Take the teeth right out your mouth, son
You're apprentice, I'm the Sensei
What's the outcome?
I'm that geezer who will bleed ya
If you don't run
If you do run
Then I'll pursue some
You're a soggy bowl of soup
I'm the croûton
That I want to talk to for a second, man
Would you let me talk to him?
(Yeah, fuck it, talk to him)
Thanks very much, mate
Fuck about, son
I'm the dentist
Take the teeth right out your mouth, son
You're apprentice, I'm the Sensei
What's the outcome?
I'm that geezer who will bleed ya
If you don't run
If you do run
Then I'll pursue some
You're a soggy bowl of soup
I'm the croûton
You are bouncing off the hoop
I'm the slam dunk
You are soul-sucking music
I'm the G-Funk
Yes, I'm a G, punk
I make the (bass thump, bass thump, bass thump, bass thump...)
Yeah, if you crack tracks
Then come at the Soul Boy
I made the indie DnB
I'll make your Hellboy
I got a big fucking sting
Like Bellboy
Drop bombs then nukes
Call me Shell Boy
That that's spaghetti in my head
Now that's a state of mind
I'm the slam dunk
You are soul-sucking music
I'm the G-Funk
Yes, I'm a G, punk
I make the (bass thump, bass thump, bass thump, bass thump...)
Yeah, if you crack tracks
Then come at the Soul Boy
I made the indie DnB
I'll make your Hellboy
I got a big fucking sting
Like Bellboy
Drop bombs then nukes
Call me Shell Boy
That that's spaghetti in my head
Now that's a state of mind
I done fucked up my face
Now I'm Frankenstein
Grimm's flow up
Oh, that's so rare
Cause if it flows that hard
I got flow that...
You think you're so fucking clever
Like stuck down chewing gum
You know I go hell-for-leather
I'm on track to be the best one ever
Fuck a label, man
We're killing it
We're doing it better
Watch it blow (blow)
Blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)
Now I'm Frankenstein
Grimm's flow up
Oh, that's so rare
Cause if it flows that hard
I got flow that...
You think you're so fucking clever
Like stuck down chewing gum
You know I go hell-for-leather
I'm on track to be the best one ever
Fuck a label, man
We're killing it
We're doing it better
Watch it blow (blow)
Blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)
Out of mind when we out of sight
We come alive in the dead of night
Blood is thick and it's eye for eye
Angels sleep where the devils lie
Devils weep when the angels soar
Morning light knocking at my door
I retreat on the cold stone floor
Come back around and we kill it once more
We come alive in the dead of night
Blood is thick and it's eye for eye
Angels sleep where the devils lie
Devils weep when the angels soar
Morning light knocking at my door
I retreat on the cold stone floor
Come back around and we kill it once more
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