[Riz MC] I'm the moon on the Pak flag Roll with stars but don't sleep at night I rise and I fall like a Pak flag Lean on the green and the white [?] line, teeth I'ma grind Seeking a sign But I lean off the wine for time The Quran just said no more drink So I'm gonna be in heaven with the god of small print Riz he twist up in the damage Kissing all the girls Listening to garage Cause he misses how it feels Pistol at his health Cause he pissed off at himself Like he's hotting up in house So he's pissing on himself South Hall sheds to designer suites Is he out of his head, to f** five a week No like to sleep or climb, just rides the peak Hides from the silence he should try to seek [Heems] From the south [?] to the south side queens Getting southpaw head from a south side queen I'm a Rancho Cucamonga with my cousin named Dey-Dey Cut real yayay with that big book from AA I'm like Sunny Deol, so Punjabi On that Johnnie Walker, so sherabi I'm so Shiv Kumar Batalvi I'm a friend of Guru Dutt So I'm Abrar Alvi I've been drinking, I be thinking I be sinking like Titanic I be smiling, I get riled and I be wylin like a manic He in attic and his habit tragic He make a drink disappear like it's magic Hima so rude he would spit in your food He a drunk, he a punk, he spit at them dude He wanna hit a lewd in the nude And he drink Blue Label because it match his mood [Riz MC] I wallow in the hollow and I follow my dealer When I'm back from Berlin, man I'm off to Ibiza Out of the frying pan into the pita Never land life never wanna land neither My poor shrink wrapped it up nice Thinks I shrink-wrap my life in pics, raps, and likes Confused quick fix a plan 8 comments and 8-balls, Instagram New chick new into Jai Paul in Munich I root [?] Assume visions of a Paki in a Man U shirt Feel a flute coming as I flew to Luton Reach for that aspirin Reach for the stars Reach for a MacBook It's hidden in her bra Reach for a napkin the black [?] Back in hospital again with my platinum scars