[[VERSE 1]]
Petrifying, d**h defying, shoo a T-rex and pet a Lion
I don't feel like ever tryin' every day I get a lie in
And I have no desire to change, deranged
Compared to me people aren't that strange
I can't be a**ed to nod me head to the beat
That ket wig sweg h**n chic, sellin the beak
While you're waitin on the end of the week to get your rocks off
I'm sipping on a bevy in Speke, watching benefit street
Step on your feet, having a kick about in the house
I'll read the Bible when it's translated into scouse
I hate learnin' the hypes drowned out by the cogs in me brain turnin'
When I think too hard it smells like Amnesia Haze burnin'
Disconcertin' possibly off his face slurrin' what the f** are they wearin'?
"ellesse, ellesse" you know how it goes
I pose with a ciggy blowin smoke out me nose
Still blitzed but never cleaner
Coughing like emphysema, the gra** is getting greener
Hedge hop into the perfect shade which is we stayed
Yelling obscenities in ye hearing aid
[[Chorus]]
Do you hear me now clearly?
If it's not about the cult then that sh** don't concern me
Cold to the sag sweg sh**, kick it slow
I rep that Brick Peli, Blah gang if you didn't know
Do you hear me now clearly?
If it's not about the cult then that sh** don't concern me
Cold to the sag sweg sh**, kick it slow
That 616, DVLGNG if you didn't know
[[VERSE 2]]
Mr. Wrong, the same sh**, but in a different song
Lookin for some easily influenced hoes to string along
I just want to floss me teeth with Gloria Pritchett's thong
I'm pa**ing out, these pills are strong
I'm from a place where the children chong and the adults sniff
Thumbs up bombing back to rock bottom tryna blag a lift
Joseph Smith if he smoked a spliff, slapped a thot
Threw a bag a gwop at a prozzy and slammed a shot
I'm not a rapper I just rap a lot
In baggy joggies and a tracky top
Froze in me finest catalogue pose, pissing on a cop car
Sipping whiskey, wishing on the wrong star
Signal barely one bar; Just Eat on me phone in a funeral home
I don't care if you're down I can do it alone
We could of been like Ferris Bueller and Sloane baby
Now I'm tryna to book an Uber to rome