Yeah

Ghost town, Andule motherfuckers

Dabbla, Arriba and all them tings yeah, Jam Baxter

Listen, nah, yeah

Actually fucking listen, mmm

Motherfucker, I'm ill

I'm gonna get it smashed, every single minute of the day, any how

Any way, that you want it I'm on it I gotta dash in a flash

Then I pull up in a car that's crashed

Stunting like man of the match with a brand new batch

And a brand new bag, and a brand new chick

And a brand new pad, that brand new shit I put it down you, slag

Yeah I've had enough of the talk

Everybody's running but they can't ever walk

So I walk in the place with a smile on my face

And I'll wyle out with a drink I ain't even bought

And you can take that to the piggy

Wagwan officer everything jiggy?

Fancy a ciggie? 'Course not

'Cause you on the job and you ain't clocked off, no biggie (Huh)

But don't get it back to the front

I will say bitch, motherfucker and cunt

Not just on record but in front of my mom

And I'll do that till I turn 101

Or maybe 102

Stepped in the game now it's under my shoe

Can't say anything's changed I'm the same prick

That I was 2005

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven

Are we really heading into Armageddon?

Seems like that's what they're shoving down our throats

It's our future, lets make it our own, what you reckon?

I was always told life was hard

Buy a big house and drive a nice car

In school if you asked me what I wanna be

Back then I would have said the first boy on Mars

All I wanna do is get lean with my team

If you know what I mean say yeah

I drink, I puff, I can't get enough

And I couldn't give a fuck like yeah

All I really wanna do is make noise with my crew

If you know how we do go yeah

Don't care what they say when I run away

I'm gonna grind all day like yeah

I'm done with the stupid questions

Never called this a new direction

Just ghost town running with a huge collection

Of the can't park beats too rude to mention

So nah, I ain't gonna jam to the usual

Bare man gassed from a bag full of bugles

Deep in my side and believe in the hype

What I seen in my life would turn a staff to a poodle

Nah, be truthful, all I seen

Is a whole bag of kids with assorted dreams

And bare bad manners and a fucked up bladder

'Cause they sniffed all the tranq', lets applaud 'em please

I ain’t tryin'a get rinsed as a preacher

But why would your best friend take you a liter?

That’s all I’ll say, keep all our days

In a big U-box in a singular freezer

(Who's that geezer?) Sat down grinning

Shining, surrounded by cracked out women

He didn't buy a drink, get your shank out kill him

Nah that's Baxter, jam down with him

Yep, chilling, club full of oddballs

Bare man in skin tight jeans looking hostile

Me I'm on a tracksuit ting with the HF tee and bounce on my ensemble

Bruv, you seen them brers, ah, fuck it, I don't even care

Theres bare loud rigs in the warehouse rinsing a tear out

Come, fam, let's bop there, yeah

Life as it is bare hard work and it's finally criss

So I'ma do me and keep running round stages

Spraying bars till I gotta slide for a piss

All I wanna do is get lean with my team

If you know what I mean say yeah

I drink, I puff, I can't get enough and

I couldn't give a fuck like yeah

All I really wanna do is make noise with my crew

If you know how we do go yeah

Don't care what they say, when I run away

I'm gonna grind all day like yeah

The hip-hop scene hate me, the grime scene hate me

There ain’t no better tag team I’ve seen lately

Giving them a high speed chase on the daily

Me, Jam Baxter and Ghost Town, baby

(Baby) Love it when the flow sound lazy

Make you wanna go down, throw down get into

A show down, ho down, low down maybe crazy

Praying that the game don’t change me

Same old me in a nut yeah, all up in the cut yeah

Trying to get my whole team up there

But they’re fucking with the flow 'cause

Z-double-O buy the blow like fuck yeah

And all your gonna hear is tut-tut

Brothers wanna cock block, nothing you can touch

What we got lock, go on rudeboy, take a potshot

I’m what you want blood, yeah, I’m whatnot

Knock-knock, (Who’s there?)

Who cares hotshot, guess where I come from?

Par when the bombs drop nonstop

Feels like God dropping hot rocks

Straight off the roof, get loose in the cosmos

Hop off the compost, keep all fragrant

Anytime the impaler awakens

Bare small butchers in bloodstained aprons

Abseiling to your brains on a raisin

Your fan base is an alienator

Swill champagne and await the invasion

Who’s that trapped in a 2-D movie?

Too lean, two feet chained to the pavement

You, you and you, stay there

'Cause us three man on the track ain't fair

And all I wanna do is get mashed with my fam

If you’re down for the jam, say yeah

All I wanna do is get lean with my team

If you know what I mean say yeah

I drink, I puff, I can't get enough and

I couldn't give a fuck like yeah

All I really wanna do is make noise with my crew

If you know how we do go yeah

Don't care what they say, when I run away

I'm gonna grind all day like yeah