Walk is the potions
Cords and commotion
Handbags snatched out walls when they're open
Hits big city six drawn to the ocean
All down torn for
Born to be broken
Glues in the eyelids
Used to be stylish
Movement lies on a zoom full of mind shift
Night vision flight vision
Soon is it by lips
We need nothing and we choose to be like this
Girls hurrying for sons and for husbands
Bad boys worrying that mums don't love them
Plans and scams
And how you gonna fund them
Is all gone wrong but I candid in London
Is it worth it? Pitch perfect
Risk further but itching to nurse it
Pick purses, nick curses
Make ways to pay to kick verses
Talk from the chest
All short with the best
He was caught in the mesh
Short shorts and a vest
If the bait's not taken
The bait's not bacon
Change your ways and mistakes you're making
Nakedly waiting and patiently aching
He's made some mistakes with a taste for the chasing
Wasted it all out there
Do you think they'd care?
Oh oh ooh oh ooh oooh oooh oooh oooh x4
Lost in the punks
Junk off to the lungs
Put a boy with his backpack
Snacks in the lunch box
One stop
Don't cop
Jack rack blind cop
Cuff bunds one tryna … on
Places don't make no sense for the winner and stompers
Ain't no rest in the crunch of monsters
Nonsense
Gotta make do
Gotta make-paches (?)
Bake cakes
Gotta get through
Aah…