Tour Bus Massacre (feat. Krept & Konan)

I pour expensive drinks for my **** in the grave, all my **** in prison

Tryna make more money to buy more food for my **** in the kitchen

So if you ain't talking about paper, sorry, G, I don't wanna listen

Matter of fact, I don't wanna see you pussy holes in my peripheral vision

I would never stick my dick in the stereo but I'm screaming, fuck the system

I turn Tom Cruise on **** when they told me it was an impossible mission

We used to be close, now we're totally distant

Used to recognize when he was real but now my man looks totally different

Only want my brothers to hang around with me, so I put JME on my neck

The last guy who tried to take my chain got no respect

We can all start pumping iron, just know I'ma do loads more reps

Strong like Conan the Barbarian, **** can't walk in my creps

Thought a hundred grand would solve all my problems, but I gots load more stress

The only thing that's changed now is I get loads more sex

She said when I made it rain, I make the flower get wet

I said when you looking at Skepta, you looking at sexy in the flesh

I'm thinking last night was crazy

I'm living my dream, don't wake me

Pass me the coke and JD

The man, dem just shut down JD

Roll to the club with the hole in the bus, wavy

Konan's chatting to Amy, Skepta's neck, JME

Just got dough form the P.A.

Today, Max's b-day

Gonna put last night on replay

Let's raise a toast for the DJ

Alright, enough thinking

Let me get back to the track, listen

Since Otis, the world's been listening

Jackpot, like I burgled the kitchen

Let me slow it down, ****

I love the way that Catholic

I need a vicar

She made me bust an ill nut, I call her Camilla

Got my wood in her hand, I call it a splinter

Let me tell you, 'bout the last Pagan that clowned about

Was about two o'clock or 'round about

When I caught him at the roundabout

I let three go war 'round about

Now he's got more exits than a roundabout

I'm going in, but it's early

You can get thrown in the van for a persie

Look, 'round here, gotta play dirty

'Cause even FatBoys don't show mercy

You sure you want something in your jersey

Hands on the 8, I dare somebody verse me

With Kirsty, she's from Purley

I told her get her jugs out, I'm thirsty

Tryna live my dream, so I sleep less

Thinking, fuck the world 'cause I'm tryna cheat death

Lighty's wanna suck me, but I only want the Queen's head

Counting these grands, screaming fuck a G jet

Kons, now they saying I'm trouble

Got brothers in track, turning rocks into rubble

Get caught in arms but it's nothing like a cuddle

Lil' pussies talk S till I make 'em see double