Fire in the Booth

[Instrumental 1]

Hid in the bits when I was sick of this shit

Pull up at Stu's, spit it and dip

Into the mist like I didn't exist

Got out the mix like man is in a whisk

In the ill ride, sick as hell whip

City lights as we're hitting the bridge

The bridge I couldn't burn and the city made me learn

What my mother couldn't

And she better than any other woman

Touch ends, I pull up in pull-ins

Me and the ends have an affair that two lovers couldn't

Wooly raised me, crazy, you couldn't change me

But how'd the ends take Mo? He was a baby

Give a baby toast and he'll bake beans

I know I made me do something that ain't me

Now, I blaze weed, thinking about the days we'd

Kick ball and play end-to-end in Paisley

I just go wherever the pen takes me

Whenever the rain wakes me, it aches me

To see how some of these pricks paint me, faintly, 'cause

You never knew me

[Instrumental 2]

I said I'm baking off with the bacons-ons

I don't deal with no paigons-ons

Wooly Road where they made me in

I broke out, no more breaking in

I'm in the background, blending in

Shades on and a vengeance grin

With my goonies, all gremlinned off

Remember us from that bendy bus?

These niggas wanna act all tough?

Remember when we used to send 'em shop

Wrong way down the one-way

They look at us and think "one day..."

Packed off on a Sunday

I'm baking off with a one bae

I said I'm baking off with a bake-

I said I'm- huh?

I said I hit the strip

With a Dragon Stout, let's get it yopping

Quick ting

She got a man around but she's watching

I could draw, I'm smoking good draw

So it's a long ting

Double-wrap the good draw, that's the kush score

In a long cling

I got my head on Ps, still M-O-B

Man, that girl means nothing

I hit the cemetry, pour some Hennessy

Heaven or hell, I love 'em

We all sinners though

Sometimes you gotta lose, we all winners though

London City's cold

But when you're hitting go, she looks pre-

And it's supposed to be summer

But there's rain on my window, sun in the slumber

Quick, take my number

Give me a call when you're feeling under

The weather

Lightning and thunder

She give me the eye

So I'm Steph with a jumper

Slept through [?] hunger

I was wiser and younger

Now I'm lighting that punk up

Lens on my shades black like my lungs are

Light up that bumba

The ends raised a monster

All I know is run it up

Silk shirt and I never done it up

Beer belly but I tell 'em it's a money gut

It's young JJ in the fucking cut

Ayy, it's young JJ in the fucking cut