Back to the B O S S,

No girlfriend, that’s left stressed,

Still aching, trust the process,

Went through a time we’re i dint burn no cess,

Back to business,

Back to bare tunes, back to bitches,

Back to to square rooms,

God my witness,

Im known lacing tunes,

And being on litness,

Gotta go back to the roots,

Back to the old times when we were yutes,

Adidas predator boots,

The ones with the tongues that strapped to the boots,

I could never feel lapped in the booth,

Spitting some shit that’s actually truth,

Your actually who?

I’m actually me,

Best version I could practically be,

Ye hear me,

Ya heard that,

I come back from the dead like ermac

Girls tryna get laid like termac,

No cap

L I had to swerve that,

Skrt,

Came in in nowt but a shirt,

Sexy,

I don’t wanna be the best don’t test me,

Bad badinas kiss and Corress me,

Cute face but an evil smile,

I should run but I won’t I’m wild

I been smoking, back to the old me,

Bros figured out bumps with no keys,

Head thought that the party’s ended,

Wrong,

Got heart I can mend in songs, cos I’ve got the English tea

Yorkshire, on the splendid ones

It’s an English one, splendid

Girl tryna have more than friendship,

Not tempted, I had to exit,

Need more Os, no more Exs,

Got money to pay the electric,

Not funny I swear it’s expensive,

Bright clothes in the mix eccentric,

Han Solo in the collective,

Fuck star in the making,

Been a star, I’m a star in waiting,

Want munch, I’m Starvin shaking,

Suns out it’s calm I’m baking,

Next page in the book like,

Hella stares but I know what I look like,

Bare diff but to me look sick,

He acts bad but we know he’s a good kid

Eff it, I hear a beat and qweff it, heptic stay on my feet and flex,

Treat me in anyway other than nice,

Then that’s how I treat them next,

Smart out here, big plans and options no time to sleep and rest.

Gorilla vibes move like King Kong conquer towers and beat on chest

Blonde ting, with no back but never mind,

She’s got a decent chest,

Speaking of tight, my backs in bits think it’s time I decompress,

Nobody’s always want me to do more,

More time when they do less,

I’m tryna enjoy all the goood years no lie think that I got more left,

It’s an English one, splendid

Girl tryna have more than friendship,

Not tempted, I had to exit,

Need more Os, no more Exs,

Got money to pay the electric,

Not funny I swear it’s expensive,

Bright clothes in the mix eccentric,

Han Solo in the collective,