What's Your Poison?

Nobody Knows (Ladas Road)

Shadows Ft. Loyle Carner

Baby Blue Champion - EP

Blue Sunday

Produced, Written and Mixed by Monster Florence
Mastered by Mike Bozzi

Lyrics:

[Chorus 1: Wallace Rice]

Who’s that (x 27)
Who’s that peeping through my window
What the fuck you what fuck you want
Who’s that peeping through my window
What fuck you want
What the fuck you lookin’ at

[Verse 1: Wallace Rice]

Wake me with kenco End my day with hello
Run straight out my pen though
Kept it up on ten toes
Did you not get memo
No officer I was at home Playing GTA 4
No not Gran Turismo
That whip weren’t stolen by us
Yeah I swear we rode the bus home
Passed the boarded flats and drunk bloke
Marsh farm was a fucking drug zone
When my uncle had that rental
And house was a fucking rental
Most love to my fucking rents though
Mumma never paid the rent though
When My poppa died we were dead broke
My uncle died sorta bless though
See around that time it was end goal
Tryna exercise and stretch loads
Take a look through my fucking window
Just CCJ’s and bad loans
Just weeping baby’s man grown
Took a leap of faith tadpole
Like hello

[Chorus 2: Wallace Rice]

Who’s that (x 27)
Who’s that peeping through my window
What the fuck you what fuck you want
Who’s that peeping through my window
What fuck you want
What the fuck you lookin’ at

[Verse 2: Alex Osiris]

Two eyes in the back of my head
See shots like a camera lens
Duck um all fuck um all hearing heat from an old flame coming like dragons last breath
Tryna take but haven’t asked yet
No no make a madam half step
Man dem aren’t guest
Best keep your shoes on you ain’t gonna dampen our step
Keep peeping I’m knee deep in a b screaming that need meat like she been vegan
3 geezers with 2 divas in 1 evening that’s a scene that will need cleaning
She peeping n’ got the horn like a beep beep got the invite now it’s all even
2 2s we could shut the curtain and all swerve them
But just wana see who preed this
I see’s ya’s
Like shaking on the floor tryina breath quick
Couple geezers on a bait ting
Looking waved feeling sea sick
See Adidas on the table getting racked and I lean in
Then I peep that people are peepin’
Got their phones out them a keep no deleting
That’s fucked

[Verse 3: Dream Mclean]

All for the
Peace of mind
Might just pick some pickled peppers in like I’m peter pipe
Likkle bickers back and forth didn’t have no reason to lie
But at least you tried
Bright bright think I’m blind think I’m peaking right
I know you’re watching peaky blinders cos I’m peeking through blinds Truth be told I’m feeling nice
I can’t even lie
But you’re looking at me just like Jesus Christ
And I know I take the piss 2 but it’s like you take the piss 3
Yeah it’s like u take the biscuit I’m rich bitch not rich tea
Got my feet up on your settee
Cos if u think u can walk all over me then fuck your couch
Nigga

[Chorus 3: Wallace Rice]

Who’s that peeping through my window What the fuck you what fuck you want Who’s that peeping through my window What fuck you want
What the fuck you lookin’ at

Peepin'

Big House

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Lyrics

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 


its funny it’s sunny outside 

but i just feel like sitting indoors 

and i ain’t even been puffin on draws 

like nothing don’t matter no more 

like i know i need company 

but get to close i just push them 

tryna cultivate my own garden first 

ain’t space enough for your flowers 

the plant just died that you gave me  

became a brand new home for spiders 

when they crawl they’re sitting in darkness 

in a mood of meticulous silence 

see it’s hot through through the window 

feel the sun through the glass 

i feel like ants on the pave-stone 

or Woody when Sid done fried him 

see round my heart it’s cortex 

but it feels like it melts when i’m drinking 

and i know we’re getting close but i’m drifting 

well i hope you can’t see what i’m thinking 

see the night in your eyes 

but i’m more drawn to the waist 

in the morning, see 

the dawns on your face 

and i wake with the need to escape 

and it all feels... 

awful. strange. 

cant wait for the day that i fall in love 

cant wait for the day... that i fall in. 

there must be a lock on my heart 

just pains from missing my marge 

shimmering stars:  

her spirit, know i feel it when i dance. 

 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

Don’t want to Feel U 

Don’t want you on my mind 

 

its a brand new day though 

sunshine with the reggae on the radio 

tryna make a little reddies from the stage show  

lets go, lets get it, get paid 

and i tryna gwan like i’m bad though 

me i got a good heart and a mad flow 

you won’t see me in the trap or the bando 

me i do the two step or the tango 

see my heads in the clouds 

and i don’t need no vals or xans though 

i’m old school like du-du! dun know 

still drawing these chicks on my trap phone 

and the reason for that is i never been a geezer for gas 

i don’t endorse all this digital madness bruv 

yo i’m tryna keep my head piece in tact 

glitching. 

cooking up food in the kitchen! 

literally.  

tryna get my greens in flipsing 

like spatula, shouts my brothers and sisters  

batchelors, my honeys and vixens 

actually it’s just love that i’m living 

actually it’s just love. 

actually it’s just love 

actually it’s just love 

actually it’s just love 

actually it’s just love 

actually it’s love 

Fuck em if they’re hating they can do it if they like 

they’re just wasting their own time

Fuck em if they’re hating they can do it if they like

FEEL U

Big House

Hak Baker

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