Fillin Up my cups to the Brim

Cos I done had enough of the din

Any vice manna ushering in it in

Cah I'm carrying this load on a buffering ting

I don't wanna weep

Rather run the streets

If I die know the guys they would honour me

With the same pain, I display I'm on a beat

Speakin honestly

Hold a double cup, tryna double up

Like Mase

And I'm stuck in the place

When I look in your eyes all I see your is waist

Pray you numb my pain, like Novocaine

I'm sayin

I aint been sane,

Since Dad caught case

And my youth aint wait

So its liqs by the litre

Whip by the crate

Cah I lost my heart so I'm only on

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Grew upon the blocks I assimilate,

We done been through a lot, we were led astray

Blair babies, for whom the bell tolls i'm like Hemingway Reason with my woes over henny straight

We ain't tryna hear the preaching ****

Unless, it comes with some weed, and some Ps and liquor

Issa, dopamine craze, no codeine we get lean aye, feeling at my lowest on a weekday

Recession got us fucked up

Somewhere with some lust had enough love

Vice city cah we're living type shitty,

Ride with me for a day then see if you can judge us

Yeah I did shot bud bruv

I know debt more than I know mum's love

Inna mo with my grief as plus 1

Imma run up in the streets till the sun's up

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