KTND

{Verse 1: Lee Scott}

Yeah

Check

I don't ride for Birdhouse but I Christ Air out your birds house

I'm cold with a North Face under a Berghaus, Have yourself a blessed day (go 'ed)

I'm not beefing with you, I just leave you to stew on your own

I prefer Scouse anyway

Drunk writing like Ernest Hemingway

All me troubles went away, when I muted me phone

The weight of the world was lifted off me shoulders but it only felt like losing a stone

Off a phantom limb, legless, marathon, champion

Don't amblе in and lose your head like Annе Boleyn

Or mistake "whats happenin'?'" as a question and answer him

Paranoid, ducking when they see the camera spin

Cognitive dissonance, overbrimming with confident ignorance

Like keep it real, lie, cheat and steal, I'm a positive influence

{Verse 2: Black Josh}

Unorthodox

The awful lot I roll with start an awful lot of shit

I'm proud to call em' squad

YSL ain't gonna tell, I don't talk to plod

Clientele, I would sell to, had to tour the block

Meet me near the Happy Shopper, link you with the Maradona

Partying with a Madonna her whore complex

Scarred for life no Harry Potter

I can't change like I'm Obama

Wrap a spliff, chicken doner, don't need more context (mate)

Sociopath, fuck the status quo, following the trends in the end does it matter though?

Fuck it, enjoy yourself, record me snatch your camera phone out your hand 'cause I don't give a damn, you're someone I dont know

I'm eating fried chicken with five women and I've hit em' on separate occasions we like chillin' together

I'm either rolling weed or rubbing in the pressure

R kid don't trip my shit is just better