listen, right

bruv i can't believe it
burned so many zutes nowadays and i just can't breathe
it's killin me

and my insides get all fucked up
because of that rough stuff
i puff when i try to be (?beat)

it's tough to stop that
so i gotta pop back
some of those nice little vitamins

til i'm hype again
then i'm thinkin
FUCK CALLING FRANK
put him in a in a ring and i'm

fightin him fightin him
fightin ten of these dogs in a night
so fuck these problems problems
i'm ravin to what the dj's blazin all too often often

i'll get fucked up when he's playin out tunes
so i'll spit hard
much like when i'm in a booth buildin up zutes
you'll hear the ??? (shoes?) of Maksim kick hard

i'm a stallion
i can go all night pickin up bags and dabbling (?dabbin em)
puttin out lines til my mind's gone fat again
lookin round me i think THIS AIN'T HAPPENIN

bruv i'm in a dark state
better call frank cos i'm past baked
not long left til my mind's gone west and my chest pumps hard and my heart aches

talk to frank
tell me what's your problem
skip, you've been ringing me far too often
the voices in your head got you shook
this is a bad case
cos whatever you took was laced with some mind-boggling concoction
you're out of choices and out of options
the line is open, the number's free
talk to frank tell me WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM

*dirt*

bruv i can't believe it
i'm doing my best to grip the mic but i can't grip for shite
cos i can't stop shakin
this ain't right
feel i've blazed up too many pipes at raves (?raise)
and i feel as if i might go blind
if i don't write rhymes
so i gotta spark up a zute
and write in the booth
til bars start to hit hard in your mind

in your mind
you'll be messed up with a bit of this stuff
it's so fine, it's so fine
pen-grade or powder, take your choice and then go high
then go high, higher than kite tied up to a bright blue string
when i write these things i should really feel the need to maybe call frank
but i don't, why?

is it cos i got to remain spittin hard
on the top like the bars in your brain?
clearly i'm insane, i'm a psycho
might spit big hooks that you might know

try follow my bars, their hype
i'm ??? (killin it far) so gimme that light
pass it, roll it, light it, smoke it,
so high you know this guy won't survive

talk to frank
tell me what's your problem
skip, you've been ringing me far too often
the voices in your head got you shook
this is a bad case
cos whatever you took was laced with some mind-boggling concoction
you're out of choices and out of options
the line is open, the number's free
talk to frank tell me WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM

*dirt*

bruv i'm in a dark state
better call frank cos i'm past baked
not long left til my mind's gone west and my chest pumps hard and my heart aches

bruv i'm in a dark state
better call frank cos i'm past baked
not long left til my mind's gone west and my chest pumps hard and my heart aches

talk to frank
tell me what's your problem
skip, you've been ringing me far too often
the voices in your head got you shook
this is a bad case
cos whatever you took was laced with some mind-boggling concoction
you're out of choices and out of options
the line is open, the number's free
talk to frank tell me WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM

*dirt*

whass your problem


Lyrics submitted by Helegad, edited by BlowfishEDM

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