Gone Fishin'

[Verse 1]

Blood, it's only us, the harmonious

The harmonies from the felonious

I told the homie, don't fuck this up, bruh

Look at them lot, then look at us, uh

Keep it on the hush, what watershed?

Pour the cold fizzy water on your head just for talking like a pleb

I'm about to chip, before I left, I had to teach a brother how to fish

Dause that's just how it is

They don't know the difference

Telling bro listen

I was at the grow with both phones ringing

Man's a big fan of old tradition

It's the deluxe joint, the gold edition

We going on a mission, salute the coalition

Roast the pigeon, smoking in the kitchen

My cousin on the sofa kipping

I wrote this on the coast to Samoa swimming

Feet hanging off the back of the boat like I'm going fishing

[Verse 2]

All you get is air

Got my little Debbie tryna sell a square

Beer kegs in the dentist chair

Bunch of Brum men in Leicester Square

Looking for a link, tryna get some gear

Two phones on me, I bought the whole ozzie

Here you go akhi, act like you know, doggy

You were nobody, I'm on the phone to Morri

Telling man we got a classic donny, don't you worry

Lit the indica, at the Atelier they waiting for the signature

I'm an enigma, beat like Olivia

Baby, what's with all the trivia?

I just cut the check for the solicitor

Big signet, I stamped the insignia

The High Commissioner just got back from India

I splashed the holy water on the Krishna

But I'm definitely not kissing her