Talking To Myself (Prod. LCS)

Sabrina (Prod. Haaga x Young Whack)

LYRICS: 

English was a mystery I've figured out that's bliss to me
Shots of listerine, cleaning all that's mist to me
Oh it's Mr Me, a meany plain in picture tees
Write a hit for free, bag untagged and lit the beat

Up, now I'm on the jump, lumped by many, not enough
Stabbed for stuff while his drugs in a dingy double cup
Love is tougher when substance abuse doubles up
Cuddle pups while the blood is like yuck, toughen up

Frick or fuck it can't fathom what's falling kick the bucket
Tote or taking were talking with tools, tell 'em tuck it
Sick of selling some souls to said satan, see him suck it
Up, dust covered and cusp smothered but he can book it

Let em love him no mother's approval ever covet
Lemon zest off her breast for the guest, or a puppet
Whatever weather with hell of a bald benevolence 
I'm getting better now wetting the meta, neverless 

Neverless, unimpressed by the best who hide their chest
Feel their blessed, but unless in their nest they're close to death
Whether tethers will never whatever steer to meth
While their bringing on winging it, thinking life's the best

That's unfortunate portion of tortion, life's abortion
Those that war him are calling him cunt, like cults of mormon
Get rejected and ordered back home like awful doormen
Boring lawmen'll call him an omen, brought on women

Fucking sawing, I'm raw and I'm touring, always more on
Girls will always come over in clubs, I'm not for whoring
If they're foreign, I might just give one a go, no Laurens
Bring it down to a close and them hoes in now I'm soaring

War imploring, I'm torn and was born as one that's gnawing
Horn in forearm while calling the pawns that still keep snoring
Don't take this serious, nearing this place that's filled with barriers
A four ring singer, and flinger but no fling, winger roaring

ISOLATION

BLISS

Bliss

Manic

Allure

(Hook)
I'm in poor taste, fuck it that's my forte
Told my girl get on her knees cause she can be my portrait
Oh she's ornate, and too good at foreplay
On Earth she's an angel but I think I'll make the lord wait
And her form's great, yoga on her born date
Then she got that brain but I can elevate her thought rate
What I thought mate, she don't want no short bait
Treat her like a princess but I'll give her what I ought straight

(Verse)
Hit the club with her so she shots tequila, such a spicy senorita, like a pulse I know I need her, uh

I'm her teacher, when at home I tease her, leave her, now she's crying for me deeper, when she's hungry, imma feed her, uh

Ass a peach and one that's jucier than sweets, in skinny pants she raise the heat, like PS1 with all the cheats, uh

In the sheets an artist, hotter than this beat, regardless of the time of day she want front row and I'm the seat, uh

Fuckin beast, uh
All I want is peace, uh
With my team,
We don't wanna start a beef, uh

But
even though you're clearly underneath, uh
I reprieve,
I might have to take my leave, uh

To be with her, like I'm Burns she'll be my Smithers and just after bending over for me, likes to cook me dinner

She's a sinner, with the cutest face when in her, I know I could do to keep her cause I'm onto such a winner

(Hook x2) 
I'm in poor taste, fuck it that's my forte
Told my girl get on her knees cause she can be my portrait
Oh she's ornate, and too good at foreplay
On Earth she's an angel but I think I'll make the lord wait
And her forms great, yoga on her born date
Then she got that brain but I can elevate her thought rate
What I thought mate, she don't want no short bait
Treat her like a princess but I'll give her what I ought straight

Forte (Prod. Myz)

Toes (Prod. Myz)

drop it real low like the last one, fuck around, only round here if your mask on
mad dog, love to get blown like some bath salts
no faults, always keep my focus when I’m in raw

i see it your eyes,
what I’m bout to do is Shakespeare, hide your fires
I know you love it baby, yeah I drive you fuckin crazy, you my maiden, little lady and I’ll see you get your prize

brave it, like Huxley when you fuck me 
crave it, gone taste it if you’re lucky
faded, I’m wasted, you look lovely
made it, you drug me when you suck me

drop it real low like the last one, fuck around, only round here if your mask on
mad dog, love to get blown like some bath salts
no faults, always keep my focus when I’m in raw

i see it your eyes,
what I’m bout to do is Shakespeare, hide your fires
I know you love it baby, yeah I drive you fuckin crazy, you my maiden, little lady and I’ll see you get your prize

BATH SALTS (Prod. Raizine)

FALLING UP

NECK CRACK

Growing up in 90s UK on a diet of my father’s Eminem and 50 Cent CDs invigorated the passion for rap and hip-hop in me at a young age. In adult life, I developed my piqued interest in rap through a study in linguistics and literature which taught me to write and perform whilst being influenced by more contemporary examples of the craft. I use this plethora of influences to weave often callous yet witty wordplay over hard-hitting beats with an unrivalled smoothness in flow.

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