Stream WAIT: https://open.spotify.com/album/3AW4mY...
Shot/Edited/Directed by @tripleu7306
Produced by @stoic_ & @pilotbouttofly
Lyrics:
the question still remains let it linger,
are you really made how you’re made on your insta?
how many pies been fucked by your finger?
you ain’t a goat you’re a ringer,
the manors in tatters everyman is so inner,
prolly cuh we’re starving having toast for our dinner again,
init,
everybody getting bitter again,
i been away for a while,
you had fun but it’s done cuh the big belly bastard back,
tryna be rishi rich,
gimme PM i’ll control all the piggy wigs,
the people we are people we ain’t guinea pigs
fuck your schemes fuck your business
anyway i’m off dat,
man are off the cognac,
fucked up,
my brudda got sumn in his bum bag,
it’s dumb luck
i don’t need a sumn i just hit a boy with one bang,
me i hate beef but sumn have to get tump up,
look,
so what the fuck you gonna tell me now,
i lost it all lost my peace and my fucking crown,
i got this rage so deep don’t push me boy,
had the little brudda in my sights i shoulda run him down,
then and there fuck a when and where pussy when is now.
where abouts i’m airing out the laundry getting scary now,
know my where abouts,
you’ll never tear me down,
talking bout pull up,
i post where i’m at everytime i do a show come and find me pussy,
see i miss my mumzy,
now she’s gone it’s fuckery,
in my head trust me,
every fucking thing bug me,
it’s disgusting,
don’t know how im alive and kicking brudda fuck it,
but im ere tho,
little fucking weirdo,
head up in the lights i ain’t spotting me a deer tho
look at the rage that i engage thru the fear bro,
i do it for the kids without shit,
we’re all pissed from the go,
pissed on our own,
fucken ‘em palace imma piss on your throne,
take a clip on my phone,
slap it on socials,
all them are gonna be pissed when i blow,
i’m the shit and they know dat,
everybody saying stop swearing so you’ll get up on the radio,
i say suck your mum brudda hold dat,
your bad not baddadan my bad boy flow dan,
give my bad boy flow back,
there’s rich man living on my my road fam,
same time there’s people and their ash trays are coke cans,
same time there’s nitties in the ally giving blows and,
same time they’re probably giving uckers to the tory up the slope and,
londons so weird we live amongst the weird program,
lived in every block in camden if we roll back the clock back,
remember we were so down,
used to go sobell,
even as a kid i wanted life to just slow down,
and time won’t wait for you.
time won’t wait for you no.
and time won’t wait for you.
it’s cozy.
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