T n Biscuits - slowthai

t n biscuits · slowthai \/ \/ LYRICS \/ \/ slowitdownn ノノ℗ 2017 BONE SODAReleased on: 2017-03-07Producer: EarbudsMixer: Kwes DarkoMixer: Robin PureFocusComposer: EarbudsLyricist: slowthai[Verse 1]Drug dealerI wear Nike, not FilaLean like Tower Pisa, I smile like Mona LisaI've had enough of 36 shots, 72 had to double upMainstream tunes, couldn't make oneThat was mathematics for the class clown dunceABC’s I wanted Q’sGet a B, make 2Crime Watch, mandem face on newsDirects spamming, pay me duesGreed for money, gas like juiceTake it lightly, it's just foodCertain man haffi kill of the moodCome like Christmas, why be Scrooge?[Verse 2]On serious note, I jokeI ain't a serious bloke, I smokeJump on a beat like a frog of a boatTake a leap, just floatTake a leaf out my book, I knowTried to believe them, lost all hopeI just wanna chill, go homeJump on my push bike and I zoneRing ring ring, answer my phoneGetting sick of my own ringtonePedal on shit so longPeople need to go, grow a back boneI'm bad to the bone, yeah biddididiAnd I mash up the flow, getting silly widditYeah, timid never know I put my spirit in itReal in the zone like[Verse 3]It's TNone of me sounds like them, chiefI put the T in 10, deepMore melodies than doeDun' know what you dun' know, it's TI put the T in trend, meAbout to run something, sceneAbout to don this ting, 'ow ya mean?Come through the fog I'm king on a roadDigging for goldRun from the boy them hood on the lowSwitch off my phone, ain't going homeLocked in a box, stuck in a zoneZone out again, sit and reflectDodging the pen like a dog in a yardSo I ain't going yard, walk in the darkWalk in the park I ain't playing no Giggs[Verse 4]Bunning a blem, chill doing trips10/10, Tell them againBlind to the sky, live on a highFeed the supply to all the mandemSlowthai lagging, body bagging a witchSteady slanging that talisman shit, ayI'm a G, yesDraw for the knife and the CSBally on tight, F the BS, PSCome around here, leave teeth-lessJesus couldn't save this youtDon't pray to him he ain't saving youHate me, you must hate the truthBox your chin and make you change your tuneIf it's gonna get physicalSlyly I'm gonna bring in a toolTry me you could get slumped in twoOne bang, two bang, smoking a zootIf it's gonna get physicalSlyly I'm gonna bring in a toolTry me you could get slumped in twoOne bang, two bang, smoking a zoot[Outro]RrrrahAnd the farmers are comingPitchforks sharp and they comin', comin'Mhahahahah