Yo, yeah, imma step inside

Man, I'm barely alive

When I step inside

When I step in-

When I step in-

When I step inside

When I step inside

When I step inside

Yeah, yeah

Just some yute with a bucket hat and a spliff, uh

I ain’t getting jumped at rave

There’s some dodgy lookin' Donny tryna run my fade

And I hope the feeding time ain’t gonna be today, uh

Hope them tweakers want try jack my speaker, uh

Hope that ain’t some kinda dodgy dealer, uh

Sniff some K, I'm back, a fuckin' pinger, uh

Seshing like a fucking crackhead ginger

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Just had a pint of Stella

And I’ll tell ya, I ain’t ever felt no motherfuckin' better

In a headspace, pinging from the center

Off to my mate's yard

Let’s have another bender, uh

Put my brain into a blender, uh

Shorty slender, imma send her, yeah

Bust it out then I bend her, yeah, yeah

What, what? Pull up, it’s the lord in the mic

Coming back on track, yeah

That’s right, that’s right, yeah

I got pills for Molly and I got Ket' for Jim

I’ll tell you 'bout September, you won’t get a thing

Try the Ket' I bring, snort off a wedding ring

I am the seshing king

Seshing king, yeah, yeah

I am the seshing king

Seshing king, seshing king