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[Intro]

Yep it's Songer

Outside the Box

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The way I'm living man would think I had the cheat code

He's road nah but his lyrics are in beast mode

All these wasteman tryna go where we go

I'm spaced out take the W but that's my ego

Yeah, I play with letters in my wordplay

You're gassed over my presence like it was your birthday

First place spitter whilst you're tryna get a first date

Begging me for tunes but I like to make the earth wait

My girl spicy, pengest in the whole town

Like we playing battleships, I love it when she go down

Zoned out, probably from these flavours that we blown out

Didn't say a word but they say I'm smelling so loud

Looking wavy, hard top, I've got the shoes with it

New lyrics, red eyes, doobies in a few minutes

Who did it, whole world's better when there's tunes in it

True innit, lyricism only ting I can do with it

I think its festivals where I belong

I can write two tunes it's a banger when its either song

Never find a liver don

Because I've been on a wave way before you knew I was on

Join the wave and ride along

Because soon enough the time be gone

And I'll be sweeping up awards like cillit bang awards are gone

Pocket full of paper but its wrizzler

If I sweet talk your girl, guess I've got a whisper

If I sweet talk, go in shop, and cop a wispa

Wordplay scrabbled while you man are playing twister

Old girl gone, got a message from her sister

Finger to my lips was the only time I lipsed her

I'm lowkey like I'm Thor's brother

So you don't rate this, I'll ask you are you sure brother

I know you bump this in your whip and you want more brother

And if you don't then you should be sucking your mother

One youte said I've got dead flows

But my voice is in his girlfriend's headphones

Two cellys, just a brain and my headphones

I lob a brickie at his face and make him head phones

Your favourite rapper can't do this

I'm proving that I'm different but these rappers can't prove it

Spitting bout the shanks or how they gonna shoot kids

I'm repping for the shitfaced, twenty beer and zoot kids

Festivals and vibes is what I care about

Always with the wifey, she ain't stressing about my whereabouts

You see a bright shirt, say you wouldn't wear it out

See me in it one day, now you wanna wear it now

Peng sweater, trend setter but you're nothing but a bed wetter

With a dead set of lyrics

And my wifey got them bright red acrylics

She ain't academic but we good at chemistry and physics