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T N Biscuits
63,680
Hip-Hop/Rap
T N Biscuits was released on January 24, 2018 by slowthai as a part of the album T N Biscuits - Single
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Release DateJanuary 24, 2018
Labelslowthai
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM63

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
slowthai
slowthai
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Castillano
Samuel Castillano
Composer, Songwriter
Anish Bhatt
Anish Bhatt
Composer, Songwriter
Tyron Frampton
Tyron Frampton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samuel Castillano
Samuel Castillano
Producer
Anish Bhatt
Anish Bhatt
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Drug dealer, I wear Nike, not Fila
Lean like Tower Pisa, smile like Mona Lisa
I've had enough, thirty-six shots, seventy-two, had to double up
Mainstream tunes, couldn't make one
That was mathematics for the class clown, dunce
ABCs, I wanted Q's, get a B, make two
Crime Watch, mandem face on news
Directs spammin', pay me dues
Greed for money, gas like juice
Take it lightly, it's just food
Certain man haffi kill off your mood
Come like Christmas, why be Scrooge?
[Verse 2]
On a serious note, I joke
I ain't a serious bloke, I smoke
Jump on a beat like a frog off a boat
Take a leap, just float
Take a leaf out my book, I know
Tried to believe them, lost all hope
I just wanna chill, go home
Jump on my push bike and I zone
Ring, ring, ring, answer my phone
Gettin' sick of my own ringtone
Pedal on shit so long
People need to go, grow a backbone
I'm bad to the bone, yeah, biddi-diddi
And I mash up the flow, gettin' silly wit' it
Yeah, timid never, know I put my spirit in it
Real in the zone like
[Verse 3]
It's T, none of me sounds like them, chief
I put the T in ten, deep
More melodies than dough
Don't know what you don't know, it's T
I put the T in trend, me
About to run something, scene
About to done this thing, how you mean?
Come through the fog, I'm king on the road, diggin' for gold
Run from the boy, them hood on the low
Switch off my phone, ain't goin' home
Locked in a box, stuck in a zone
Zone out again, sit and reflect
Dodgin' a pen like a dog in a yard
So, we ain't goin' yard, walk in the dark
Walk in da Park, I ain't playin' no Giggs
[Verse 4]
Bunnin' a blem, chill, doin' trips
Ten out of ten, tell them again
Blind to the sky, live on a high
Feed the supply to all the mandem
Slowthai laggin', body baggin' a witch
Steady slangin' that talisman shit, ay
I'm a G, yes
Draw for the knife and the CS
Bally on tight, F the BS, P.S.
Come around here, leave teeth-less
Jesus couldn't save this you
Don't pray to him, he ain't savin' you
Hate me, you must hate the truth
Box your chin and make you change your tune
[Verse 5]
If it's gonna get physical
Slyly, I'm gonna bring in a tool
Try me, you could get slumped in too
One bang, two bang, smokin' a zoot
If it's gonna get physical
Slyly, I'm gonna bring in a tool
Try me, you could get slumped in too
One bang, two bang, smokin' a zoot
[Verse 6]
And the farmers are comin'
Pitchforks sharp and they runnin', runnin'
Written by: Anish Bhatt, Samuel Castillano, Tyron Frampton
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