Sober, looking for some trees to roll up, whats the hold up?
Nobody's on the ends I can't even find a benz/
taking sips on this piss coloured drink knowing that my breaths gonna stink/
I take a look at my watch, the evenings burning out the moon shines blinding my eye, what a glorious sky/
The only stars in sight are me and my guys I'm red giant ready to explode from frustration, ready to touch nations/
So fuck hating, and anyone participating in that lifestyle,
I could never fit the profile/
Rough around edges everything that comes out my throats wild,
I no longer spit I hawk phlegm, lyrics and flows that torch men,
Rolled ten blunts once and smoked all them/
Packed like a stuffed crust, brain full like a nut that must bust, muthafuckas can't touch us/
Oil and water, prepare yourself for verbal slaughter/
I need a pop shield for my page when I'm writing, shits exciting
the mental cypher in my mind before I ride it/
speaking of the beat of course I finish all of it never been called a bitch
never heard you not even one but still i'm sure your shit/
Backing desperados not the movie I mean I'm drinking desperados earlier it was the smoothie with the avocado/
All about my health in the morning by the evening i'm like fuck that shit the smoke until I'm yawning i'm a fucking prick/
Mash myself up, till its har to rise up in the AM i'm just saying,
I need to fix up/
But don't we all in one way or another brother to brother gotta look out for each other,
the truth will make you shudder nah the truth will make you shut up/
Now you realise your living a lie and now your cut up,
better humble yourself bout your nose is to the sky acting stuck up,
an shut the fuck up!
UK rapper and composer Oscar reconnects with his youth on a sleek, diaristic LP influenced by ’90s hip-hop and '00s R&B. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 21, 2024
