{Verse 1: Lee Scott}
Yeah
Check
I don't ride for Birdhouse but I Christ Air out your birds house
I'm cold with a North Face under a Berghaus, Have yourself a blessed day (go 'ed)
I'm not beefing with you, I just leave you to stew on your own
I prefer Scouse anyway
Drunk writing like Ernest Hemingway
All me troubles went away, when I muted me phone
The weight of the world was lifted off me shoulders but it only felt like losing a stone
Off a phantom limb, legless, marathon, champion
Don't amblе in and lose your head like Annе Boleyn
Or mistake "whats happenin'?'" as a question and answer him
Paranoid, ducking when they see the camera spin
Cognitive dissonance, overbrimming with confident ignorance
Like keep it real, lie, cheat and steal, I'm a positive influence
{Verse 2: Black Josh}
Unorthodox
The awful lot I roll with start an awful lot of shit
I'm proud to call em' squad
YSL ain't gonna tell, I don't talk to plod
Clientele, I would sell to, had to tour the block
Meet me near the Happy Shopper, link you with the Maradona
Partying with a Madonna her whore complex
Scarred for life no Harry Potter
I can't change like I'm Obama
Wrap a spliff, chicken doner, don't need more context (mate)
Sociopath, fuck the status quo, following the trends in the end does it matter though?
Fuck it, enjoy yourself, record me snatch your camera phone out your hand 'cause I don't give a damn, you're someone I dont know
I'm eating fried chicken with five women and I've hit em' on separate occasions we like chillin' together
I'm either rolling weed or rubbing in the pressure
R kid don't trip my shit is just better
