WYTB

[Verse 1: Sly Moon]

Opposite of Midas touch, turn mics to dust

Never gave a flying fuck, minus drunk with a pint of rum

Get that dole money, sign me up

Advisors tryna size me up

Excuse me while I light my blunt

Recite the funk 'till my time is up

Horoscope's like a horror show, bunnin' chro

Plant pennies, then watch the moneys grow

Chillin' with your honeycomb

Tickling my funny bone

Sniffing Colombian coke, sippin' Mo'

Okely doke, I'm openly overly dope

Throw you over the boat while I'm rolling a note

Raise a toast to the cult

Razor to the throat of the goat

I showboat

You think I'm bluffing 'till I show you a [?]

And disappear in the smokе when I ghost, uh

[Refrain: Black Josh]

What you talking 'bout?

Here, matе, tell me what you are talking 'bout, like

Yo, what you talking 'bout?

Here y'are, kid, tell me what you are talking 'bout, like

La, what you talking 'bout...

[Verse 2: King Grubb]

Mind your business 'cos I am a witness

I swear on my life it's like I'm getting high for a living

Minus the riches, plus the timeless lyrics

I'm spaced out, so how's the sky the limit?

Life's mostly just igniting bridges

Smiting bizzies, escaping scenes with priceless trinkets

Blazing green's the daily theme

To break the routine would be considered quite suspicious

Supply my liver with the finest liquors

Women crying rivers, I'm just thinking "when's it time for dinner?"

Need a tiny violinist

A born liar but there's no denying, I'm a sinner

I deliver, but you get taken out if I'm not vibing with ya

Hide your Mrs. and she's sliding with us

Heard she gets around worse than Chinese whispers

I'm sighing tryna find the perfect line to finish

[Verse 3: Black Josh]

I'm bad for you, I'm bad for myself

I'm like "I don't give a fuck, ask somebody else"

Uh, antisocial with the gang though

I might say some shit and get cancelled

Shotting spice out the nine cults? van though

Loot the local shop 'cos her man's broke

She got my fingers looking like a used hand soap [?]

Damn hoe, you can't stay the night, I'm just banco?

On a Xan though

Cocaine like Maradona

Fiends to me are cannon fodder and your gang too

I don't give a fuck what your mans do

Pillow talking to gyaldem about us, uh, thank you?

I wondered how she knew my name

[?] realised why she came

Life got hard, shit's not the same

I've been trying to tell 'em still, they're wondering what has to change[?]

[Refrain: Black Josh]

What you talking 'bout?

Here, mate, tell me what you are talking 'bout, like

Yo, what you talking 'bout?

Here y'are, kid, tell me what you are talking 'bout, like

La, what you talking 'bout?

Go away, and tell me what you're talking 'bout, like

Listen, lid, what you talking 'bout?

Go ahead, mate, tell me what you're talking 'bout

[Outro: Lee Scott, Tony Broke]

What you talking about?

Yeah, what you talking about though?

What you talking about?

Yeah, what you talking about though?

What you talking about?

Yeah, what you talking about though?

What you talking about?

Yeah, what you talking about tho...