Lyrics: Quinton Mitton/Andre Mclean/Damien Mercia
Music: Will Heaton/Quinton Mitton
(He-he-he, yikes)
(Rice! I been..)
Drowning endless in the drought I’m in
On the inside looking out somehow I let the outside in
My brains got so much smoke
Could probably start a house fire shit
Try not watch it like 90’s films
I’m on my Mrs Doubtfire shit
Think something mythical could never take your soul
So wipe your ****ing feet before you come to my door yeah
Starts of miniscule then comes and takes what’s yours
Just write that something down
Your going to hear my first weird thought, yeah
Super manners Papa raised me right
We was raise round manors
Two Cubana’s want to spend some time
Pull out game outlandish
**** her standing, shoot load on her toe
Call her Meg The Stallion
Egg with salad rent free in my zone
And my heads a palace
Need a chalice drunk as your uncle
At your family wedding
Done two xannies starting to move slow
Pulling them weeds out from the start
Keeping them footprints in the garden
This Tiffany’s from the garden
Yours is good but it ain’t quite Carling
Me and guys all walk in side by side
Like parallel parking
Twenty odd years been
Coming in hats ‘n hoods like Kenny and Cartman
“Who are you?” I dunno, who’s asking?
Civilised but I beg no pardons
Intrude and I take no prisoners
To the gulag like Joseph Stalin
Yeah never pillow in the bedroom
Never sell food on the encro darling
Whenever I’m high off endo
I’m sitting in Stu’s like a lentil darling
Fasting, fasting
Wait, hold on
I got a new beat to float on
I got an old Motorola
Let me just turn my phone on
Maybe you tried to shout me
Wonder what took you so long
Oh what a lovely morning
I woke up semi like colon
Like like like
Like look at that back that’s swollen (fat)
Look at my face not bothered
You cannot chat you’re no one
Roll in the bits get rolled on
Down in the pits like roll on
Roll on roll off subs
Yeah me and my team just rollin’ rollin’
Rolling no Limp Bizkit
Like pull it back think you missed it
But really you ain’t seen shit yet
That video’s still unlisted
I’m finna just (ah)
Finna just go ballistic
**** her up suttin’ sadistic
Lol
It’s twisted
Throw paws in the great outdoors
And I hang a big right like Mark Philippoussis
Met a city girl on a pontoon
If she’s a big fish then I better harpoon it
She’s a pretty ass piece of music
That’s a beat that I really could do with
Give girls animated faces
Well I guess that I must be a cartoonist
Unimpressed like Graham Sourness
Take shots to the face I’m clueless
Back shots in the name of Jesus
Till I got caught and I came back Buddhist
Doing up mile high club with a stewardess
Excellent finish like Klass Jan Huntelaar
African wok now she’s speaking Yoruba
Ain’t that black appropriation stupid
(Yeah Tier four life but it’s still booting)
I’m off noodle all day like a student
I heard your tape the other I was fuming
Tell them youts you are not my son like Heung-min