Verse 1 Looking at me like I'm dead lad but of course I, Can fit five heads in the back of this corsa. Beg you move the seat forward I’m short for, Leg room but head room is more important. Hmmm, buddha. Return of the brother, This is the bigger half of the bit I bit in half. R r return of the stutter shit, Forget about life so it’s easier to study it. Studying how life works, All the f*cking time it’s just how my mind works. Mind your own business please, Which is hard for people that live by competition. But the crew don’t realise that life is just a mission, Mine eighteen plus, I play without your permission Plus I’m f*cking laid back, Smoke I take back Not the offensive phrase that Mended Threasia Mays nap. Chorus Liver, drowning in liquor, Downing another with a Priest and a Victor Who I speak to can differ, No fucks given if you’re different, I’ll act the same listening to your position. My liver is drowning in liquor, Downing another with a Priest and a Bishop Who I speak to can differ, No fucks given if you’re different, I’ll act the same listening to your position. Verse 2 Imma switch the flow up, Don’t tell me to grow up either. Always got the energy because I only smoke sativa Dominant not on with them lazy ones Ain’t how it’s meant to be. I’m immature, mentally Minor might mature eventually. A sofa is a bench to me, joke. So that was clear it was meant to be a joke. Both born clueless right? So don’t act like you knew bits right through this night. I was, moving right by not moving one peddle. Head teachers a title, we were born on one level. Not going to act intimidated, Waited time and we just had a different vision line. But the crew don’t realise that life is just a mission, Mine eighteen plus, I play without your permission Plus I’m f*cking laid back, Smoke I take back Not the offensive phrase that Mended Threasia Mays nap. Chorus (X2) Liver, drowning in liquor, Downing another with a Priest and a Victor Who I speak to can differ, No fucks given if you’re different, I’ll act the same listening to your position. My liver is drowning in liquor, Downing another with a Priest and a Bishop Who I speak to can differ, No fucks given if you’re different, I’ll act the same listening to your position.

Verse 1 I only get high to fly and I like landing, Now managing time, I find to bypass it. Don’t forget the name bitches, Don’t forget the names Sid. Don’t forget the name witches, Dis with rearrangement. I wanna be massive, Now managing P so for now I buy passes Don’t forget the, Names Dis The Poet I can take far, Different flows and it shows you know it within eight bars. Now you know my name I can talk I like this, Always moving two ways and like half the time it’s L for left, and R for right, If I carry on like this I might get Arthritis Not gonna lie it was kind of hard to write this Because girls are everything, girls with everything! I can’t be right, I can’t be writ-ing shit like this but I find shit like this exciting. Chorus There needs to be a place and a time where the birds can’t see I’m in here so blind it’s an emergency. Moving with everyone serious, Everyone here with us, It’s clear that there needs to be a Place and a time where the birds can’t see I’m in here so blind it’s an emergency. Moving with everyone serious, Everyone here with us, Not everyone's hearing this. Verse 2 Got a ten in my hand and that shit has never grown, Don’t remember who I am because I’m never on my own. Toning out like I’m zoning out for no reason, Always need some space but I’m never claustrophobic. Oh shit, cost a low bit Compared to the loan shit People scared of their own shit. Not literally but it’s a mystery because Original things is where it all begins. Feeling real mystic. This does not feel real it feels unrealistic Statistics proving, That my movement is moving In the best direction, vexing until I fixed it. About to pour the lean, aim up and then I missed it, To waved today, scrape up and then I mixed it. To waved to make any normal kind of biscuit, I make mistakes but only because I risk it. Chorus where the birds can’t see I’m in here so blind it’s an emergency. Moving with everyone serious, Everyone here with us, It’s clear that there needs to be a Place and a time where the birds can’t see I’m in here so blind it’s an emergency. Moving with everyone serious, Everyone here with us, Not everyone's hearing this. There needs to be a place and a time where the birds can’t see I’m in here so blind it’s an emergency. Moving with everyone serious, Everyone here with us, It’s clear that there needs to be a Place and a time where the birds can’t see I’m in here so blind it’s an emergency. Moving with everyone serious, Everyone here with us, Not everyone's hearing this.

Verse 1 All black garments, Who’s that farming? Hide your face with a scar from A chainsaw Smashed up the front of the car on The way to Private location, not bait but blatantly obvious but i made sure i’m making it not obvious It’s alarming, like robbing a car from Hallam. They’ve got drives in Hathersage Have to sit on a mountain And imagine it’s Tits up like a cyclist mixed up in direction And the road has been eroded You know this, you know that The road has been fixed and every- Time i’ve lost my word is when I’ve lost my dictionary So I koped a bible, Nuns are even stalking us But right now all I feel like is Steven Hawking cuz Ten days ago I was told I had ten days to go So I reckon I will chip from earth any second With a face of coke And a mecha-nism of being high in two ways, unless heaven isn’t real And it’s a joke Toke Toke Toke, Chorus All black garments All black All black (garments) Verse 2 - MOR GON All black garments Tool to balaclavas When I stole the car that belonged to your father Took your whip, took your b*tch, took your daughter, And now she calls me daddy. Tells me I’m the only thing that has ever had her happy, Now you smoke a big rizz filled with the baccy. Trying pull a bad b’ gally She told her boyfriend and then you strapped with a strally, That’s pistol whipping. I’m crystal digging. Billing up the spinach for a living, Making beats for the P’s or a shilen Whilst I’m shelling on the beat Let me kill it, kill a couple of these feens For the image yeah. Kill a couple of these feens for the image. Don’t give no fucks because I put no effort in it. Stupid a fuck because I’m down for the scrimmage Yeah I’m down for the, down for the, down for the ill sh*t.

Verse 1 - By Leon Bailey Yeah I’m back with Dis I meant Sid so think fast, Wrapping up the scene like it’s big bags Taking that away I’ll call it quick tax, Infact, you know that we keep it intact Snap it up like stick match match matchstick mis-match. We’ll be there in a minute and if not you’re dispatched. Outside getting money in and that’s a big fact, F*cking off the bits at last because they don’t match up. Thank f*ck blessed with a mad touch, Numbers and schemes but they’re but adding up. Right now I’ve had enough because they can’t hack it son, Outside in the cold, but I've got no jacket on. Yeah I’m fighting through the graft but in my head I carry on, Trying to find a way to finish but right now it’s kind of long. I might click and collect like it was from amazon, On my feet everyday, something like a marathon. Chorus Days when we used to call twelve midnight, Cool vevit, call for help if you’re a quitter. See a midnight snack is now a midnight jigga, So i’m belling up a figure he’ll be there in a minute yo. But i’ll be scared in a minute? Shit changing, it’s amazing, I won’t be there in a minute though a midnight snack is now a midnight attack, Every Night at fives lacking the nine-to-five pattern. Verse 2 ...Silence for a few moments, The second hand on my second hand watch is broken. Clap Clap, provoking. Me from seeing accuray, and I can’t see the motion, Subtlety until it’s serviced. Cash is worthless, unless it’s plastic, Purses, full of what used to be paper are nervous. Back strap the zoot so I can smoke less paper Because the currency is changing as we smoke through to later. Clashing violins because I couldn’t find a thing that fits nicely Or even, strings that sit tightly. Slightly out of place strings, is what makes a place sing back. So in other words, being different is a king hack. So don’t f*ck with me. You’re the one that’s deeply in tax So back at you, I know the sad truth like if, We could think about life after death, you’d realise what life is, And fight the regret. But I find the regret non existent, Because I do shit, just to get it out my system. Don’t listen to this bit, because I’m about to list them, One after another like one ain’t enough to cover I’m Feeling high as f*ck, with my hood up, Walking down the street. Feeling good about myself, Breaking boundaries, then I time myself. It’s been a minute and he’s here Fidget in his top tier, I’m on the spot but I'm not near. Chorus Days when we used to call twelve midnight, Cool vevit, call for help if you’re a quitter. See a midnight snack is now a midnight jigga, So i’m belling up a figure he’ll be there in a minute yo. But i’ll be scared in a minute? Shit changing, it’s amazing, I won’t be there in a minute though a midnight snack is now a midnight attack. Every Night at fives lacking the nine-to-five pattern.