Mask

[Verse 1: Rag'n'Bone Man] Who's that? That's him He's the one with the skin so shimmery He's the one with the smile that'll turn your brand new dance into old Ming Dynasty Golden touch But he didn't want to show no love He didn't want to put that work in that right there that shows no guts You don't wanna skip that queue You don't wanna rush that brew You don't wanna tell no one that your'e weak [?] When your speak is too You just wanna be that guy Live that life Hit that yatti Lay that pipe Put that cash in your hand Draw that line in the sand Leave your hive I never seen a pic where you ain't posing An' look down your nose at me same hole that you poke coke in Same fire that you keep stoking My donny, that's a weak slogan That rock there keep toking Them boy there they can't test and I done told them [Chorus: Rag'n'Bone Man] How much did you pay for the pumped up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips? You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting Old and shit Old and shit We all getting old and shit You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit [Verse 2: Jam Baxter] Skin cells flaking off On the street you leave your slug trail across His fists were faded Pixelated The 16-bit scene face the boss Another day another brain to squash, under foot Take the loss Wolf it down Scrape your trough The spice might melt your faces off Shit (shit) You just want to [?] that bag of chop You just want to make your mark like a drunk old man going wild with a cattle prod Looks like cunts came back in stock Send straight from the planet woof You turned up sporting the eyes of a rabid dog And I ain't seen a man dribble as much in my life It went drip after drip now he's flooding the night And now everyone's paddling dreaming and shanking their bredrins and licking the blood from the knife And this city will flatten your skull in a vice And then sell you the brain back for double the price But killing it dead is becoming a habit of mine you can spare me your fucking advice [Chorus: Rag'n'Bone Man] How much did you pay for the pumped-up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips? You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting Old and shit Old and shit We all getting old and shit You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit [Verse 3: OG Rootz] Dirty goods, good looking I'm about what's cooking Who stole your bookings? Who gave the rookies them a whooping I weren't handed a hookup Pirates get your face juk up F the position you've took up You're gonna look up 'Cause I'm so, I'm so, I'm so gully I'm like, I'm like show me the money You don't you don't wanna know me sonny (You don't wanna know me sonny) But your going to like when you've got flow And when your live and miming at your own show Brother, was it all over though? That wackness is a no bro Don't be a hoe just come and hold a seat front row You don' know I'mma let my ting go 16 in the clip holding them out One of them shots might hit you I don't care though, you know what I'm about fool Shout out to the old school I'm internationally known but move local Like oval out on these road calls slapping emcees with these vocals [Outro: Jam Baxter] Should've just gone KFC