Headphones

[Intro] Yep it's Songer Outside the Box Listen The way I'm living man would think I had the cheat code He's road nah but his lyrics are in beast mode All these wasteman tryna go where we go I'm spaced out take the W but that's my ego Yeah, I play with letters in my wordplay You're gassed over my presence like it was your birthday First place spitter whilst you're tryna get a first date Begging me for tunes but I like to make the earth wait My girl spicy, pengest in the whole town Like we playing battleships, I love it when she go down Zoned out, probably from these flavours that we blown out Didn't say a word but they say I'm smelling so loud Looking wavy, hard top, I've got the shoes with it New lyrics, red eyes, doobies in a few minutes Who did it, whole world's better when there's tunes in it True innit, lyricism only ting I can do with it I think its festivals where I belong I can write two tunes it's a banger when its either song Never find a liver don Because I've been on a wave way before you knew I was on Join the wave and ride along Because soon enough the time be gone And I'll be sweeping up awards like cillit bang awards are gone Pocket full of paper but its wrizzler If I sweet talk your girl, guess I've got a whisper If I sweet talk, go in shop, and cop a wispa Wordplay scrabbled while you man are playing twister Old girl gone, got a message from her sister Finger to my lips was the only time I lipsed her I'm lowkey like I'm Thor's brother So you don't rate this, I'll ask you are you sure brother I know you bump this in your whip and you want more brother And if you don't then you should be sucking your mother One youte said I've got dead flows But my voice is in his girlfriend's headphones Two cellys, just a brain and my headphones I lob a brickie at his face and make him head phones Your favourite rapper can't do this I'm proving that I'm different but these rappers can't prove it Spitting bout the shanks or how they gonna shoot kids I'm repping for the shitfaced, twenty beer and zoot kids Festivals and vibes is what I care about Always with the wifey, she ain't stressing about my whereabouts You see a bright shirt, say you wouldn't wear it out See me in it one day, now you wanna wear it now Peng sweater, trend setter but you're nothing but a bed wetter With a dead set of lyrics And my wifey got them bright red acrylics She ain't academic but we good at chemistry and physics