Bar

[Chorus: Wiley]

I don't know why but I won't ever bar

Three times a week I go to a bar

I keep some money inside a gold bar

The bar was low, so I lift the bar

Anytime I got too much on, that's a par

Lime on top of shots at the bar

I know you weren't sure if I would go far

(Are you ready?)

[Verse 1: Wiley]

I told 'em I came from the everyday struggle

Now I'm living the life, I'm like, "Drink, dance, bubbles"

It's a paigon free zone, stay in the G zone

When you was on two-tone, I was on three-tone

I don't wanna war every time 'cause I'm better than that

Giving it scenes when I step on the track

Lost my real spark, now you see me getting it back

I must admit, I feel ready, no more setting me back

I got the fire for ya

22s, 23s, got the tyres for ya (Tyres)

Sick riddims, spin 'em round like alloys

Now you hear my riddims flyin' through your Macs and your tannoys

Now you hear my lyrics fire through your Macs and your tannoys