Talk to Frank

Listen Right Bruv I can't believe it Burned so many zoots nowadays and I just can't breathe it's killing me And my insides get all fucked up cause of that rough stuff I puff when I drill a beat It's tough to stop that So I gotta pop back some of those nice little vitamins Till I'm hype again Then I'm thinking, fuck calling Frank Put him in a ring and I'm fighting him, fighting him Fighting 10 of these dogs in a night So fuck these problems, problems I'm raving to what the DJ's blazing all too often, often I'll get fucked up when he's playing out tunes, I'mma spit hard Much like when I'm in a booth building up zoots, you'll hear the tunes of Maksim kick hard I'm a stallion I can go all night picking up bags and dabbing them Putting out lines 'till my minds gone bad again Look around me I think "this ain't happenin'" Bruv I'm in a dark state, better call Frank cause I'm past baked Not long left 'till 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 cause 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? Bruv I can't believe it I'm doing my best to grip the mic but I can't grip for shite Cause I can't stop shaking, this ain't right Feel I've blazed up too many pipes at raves And I feel as if I might go blind If I don't write rhymes so I gotta spark up a zoot and write in the booth Till 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 a 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 cause I got to remain Spitting 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 to follow my bars, their hype I'm killing it fast, so gimme that light Pass it, roll it, light it, smoke it So high you know this guy won't survive