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Artiste : Slowthai
Titre : T N Biscuits
Drug dealer
I wear Nike, not Fila
Lean like Tower Pisa, I smile like Mona Lisa
I´ve had enough of 36 shots, 72 had to double up
Mainstream tunes, couldn´t make one

That was mathematics for the class clown dunce
ABC´s I wanted Q´s
Get a B, make 2
Crime Watch, mandem face on news
Directs spamming, pay me dues
Greed for money, gas like Jews
Take it lightly, it´s just food
Certain man haffi kill of the mood
Come like Christmas, why be Scrooge?

On a serious note, I joke
And it´s serious blow I smoke
Jump on a beat like a frog of a boat
Take a leap, just float
Take a leaf out my book, I know
Tried to believe them, lost all hope
I just wanna chill, go home
Jump on my push bike and I zone

Ring ring ring, answer my phone
Getting sick of my own ringtone
Pedal on shit so long
People need to go, grow a back bone
I´m bad to the bone, yeah biddididi
And I mash up the flow, getting silly widdit
Yeah, timid never know I put my spirit in it
Real in the zone like

It´s T
None of me sounds like them, chief
I put the T in 10, deep
More melodies than doe
Dun´ know what you dun´ know, it´s T
I put the T in trend, me
About to run something, scene
About to don this ting, ´ow ya mean?
Come through the fog I´m king on the road

Digging for gold
Run from the boy them hood on the low
Switch off my phone, ain´t going home
Locked in a box, stuck in a zone
Zone out again, sit and reflect
Dodging the pen like a dog in a yard
So I ain´t going yard, walk in the dark
Walk in the park I ain´t playing no Giggs

Bunning a blem, chill doing trips
1010, Tell them again
Blind to the sky, live on a high
Feed the supply to all the mandem
Slowthai lagging, body bagging a witch
Steady slanging that talisman shit, ay
I´m a G, yes
Draw for the knife and the CS
Bally on tight, F the BS, PS

Come around here, leave teeth-less
Jesus couldn´t save this yout
Don´t pray to him he ain´t saving you
Hate me, you must hate the truth
Box your chin and make you change your tune
If it´s gonna get physical
Slyly I´m gonna bring in a tool
Try me you could get slumped in two
One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot
If it´s gonna get physical
Slyly I´m gonna bring in a tool
Try me you could get slumped in two
One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot

Rrrrah
And the farmers are coming
Pitchforks sharp and they runnin´, runnin´
Mhahahahah