Blow (Tyler, The Creator Remix)

Registration '99

Kush In My Cigarillo

If I Can't (50 Cent Remix)

Phone Tap (The Firm Remix)

Instrumental produced by Chuki (http://www.youtube.om/user/CHUKImusic)

LYRICS;

Sit on the couch and talk
I gotta slouched walk
And I'm drunk enough to slap anybody who mouths off
But I'm so chilled
Brain fried like a grill, I wanna get some sleep so now I'm looking for some pills
Roll a rollie, put the kettle on, make a cup of tea
Sit in the car, only a few minutes late, luckily
Smoking n' sippin, barely thinking
Dreams and reality are mixin', and I'm tripping
I don't know how I got here, I swear last time I checked
I had a really bad memory and a pain in my neck
All I want is respect, I don't know  how to get it
But I probably knew at some point and now I forget it
I come from a town where the dumb get around
Just talking shite, everybody got big tongues in this town
A generation of new kids running around
Just lushing about, pills, crushing them down
Maybe it's good buzz, maybe I'm jumped up
Ex friends hate me lately cause I got cooked up
Summer changes people, free time deranges people
All those young dealers are older now and we're the latest people
Uh, expensive clothes black as crows
That's the shit I chose
That's just me wildin' out and being extra though
Name an Irish rapper who hasn't rapped about drugs 
I might throw up if I spend another hour in the pub
Some days I'm being approached by thugs
With three guys, asking me if I liked that stuff 
Grown up, I'll be an adult in 2 years, far from it
All the bad shit you think you did, I've done it
Paint the mirrors black so I won't see you in the reflection
Quick smoke, there's a sick joke within my complexion
Ask to scab a fag and chat but nothing's interesting
And that's how the boys square up and start wrestling
JLO letters through the door, now they're talking about court
Keep saying I'll stay in school but I keep coming up short

I don't make entertaining music
I make raving music
8 cans for a tenner, couple grams and we're raving to it (x4)

I'm taking a trip, I bought crisps for the journey
I'm 'bout to light her up, call me Varg Vikernes
You know what I'm about, no preacher gonna turn me
You could set me on fire and you still wouldn't burn me
I got bitches telling me they love my aesthetic while you still browse Reddit n' struggle to get money for credit
You can't defend it, I push your buttons like my new phone
You know where I hang out, where the fuck do you roam?
Can't see my world, you're clueless kid
So talk shit like this is just music kid
Word spread fast you ratted quick, we got the text and the shit
Nearly made me sick
Don't make me whack you and your lady, prick
I'm not stressed but I'm stressed, lost myself in the sesh
If I can forge something with my life I'll be impressed
My room's a fuckin mess, my bed's snapped broken
Smell of blazed grams from where we were all smoking
Choking, a drunken haze with alot of females
Passed out, crashed like a train that got de-railed
Get a lift into town, smoke a couple L's then go out to sell
We got shit to do and I don't know if you can tell

I don't make entertaining music
I make raving music
8 cans for a tenner, couple grams and we're raving to it (x4)

The Baked Isle Of Innisfree

Shoutout to my boy Drake for the beat

LYRICS:

You been a spaz since we was kicking footballs round the yard
Don't talk shit like you don't know exactly you are
I know where you live, I'll burn out your fucking car
Smash the windows through and stab you with the fucking shards
You fucked up now but I guess that is just the way it goes
Make a promise, keep a promise, man the realest know
I plant the seeds of worry, it's your job to let 'em grow
And when I find you imma whip you publicly for show
Keeping talking shit like you could ever back it up 
Right hook, one punch, your jaw, imma crack it up
Find your parents, lock 'em up and then I'll smack 'em up
I'll burn your house down and steal all of your ratchet stuff
Got a bullet with your name on it, that's cold steel
I'll be waiting outside your school for you, I'm so real
I'll kill you quick like death row, just with no meal
Brains all the floor, I'll make sure you won't feel
I kill you rappers on a track like I'm a speeding train
You're a bike, man I'm a bus so please stay in your lane
Play that beat real quick 'cause I don't think I can be tamed
I do this 'cause I'm bored, I don't really need the fame
Fuck with me I'll introduce you to your father's dad
That's another member of the tree that you never had
It's okay to be not okay, tell me if you're sad
I can see you're shaking, yo flick the ash up off that fag
I take a beat and spit on it and I make it my own
Delusional MCs think they're going near my throne
Rappers are like trees, you know the best stuff's from home 
I'll fold you up and roll her up just like a cone
This is a kingdom, I'm from heaven and the rest are peasants
Dropping singles every day like fucking birthday presents
I'll diss your favourite rapper and you'll laugh just like I'm messin'
But deep inside, you know I'm not and man, that shit's depressin'
But walk around like you don't know what's 'bout to happen next
I got a family behind me waiting for a text
And if they get it, this is true so I don't need to stress
4 to 5 stabwounds in your head, back of your neck and chest
Still back to back though I could snap your spine in half
You're paying for your shit on tic I'm selling mine for cash
Stoned up in school, eyes so wide n' redder than a rash
Drag on this and the world will start to get really fast
And now they're saying Yokes ease up
Dead before you hit the ground, you won't bleed up
Cause I did another one, I did another one
You still ain't did shit about the other one
I got the drink in me goin' back to back
Yeah, goin' back to back
I got the drink in me goin' back to back
Yeah, I'm goin' back to back

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