[Verse: Sonnyjim]
I've got a classy finish, carafe of claret vintage
Tell these fashionistas that this is classic stitching
3-series, glasses tinted, package the shipment
Smoke a blunt and then it's back to business
Cash payment, bread hidden in a tax haven
Forget the figure on the bank statement
I'll throw you in the Bob Backlund back breaker
My band playin' and we rocking out like Van Halen
I'm a fan favourite, in Amsterdam blazin'
Had this rag since I was born, Matt Damon
Fuck a catchphrase, I flip a crab cake
You get the gas base, I'm dippin' in the fast lanе
It's like a Bible passage, I smokе the psychoactive
I'm jumping out the plane with no survival jacket
Flying high until I finally landed
Mind your language, spit the right semantic
[Chorus]
[Verse: Sonnyjim]
I used to live in faulty towers
No gas money, cold showers, I was so sour
The solar powered shop is open all hours
All rounder, mix the Bronson with the horse powder
Reel in a four-pounder, pull the guts out
Throw it on the counter, cover it in cornflour
Blud I ball out the G way, I feel like a freed slave
Taught how to freebase
Cook the bizzle, punk, I put you in a pickle
You're underneath my thumb like a thimble
I keep it plain and simple, rock the suede plimsole
About to change my name to a symbol
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