Yeah

Ghost town Andule motherfuckers Dabbla Arriba and all them tings yeah Jam Baxter Listen Nah actually fucking listen Motherfucker I'm ill (Verse 1 - Dabbla) 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 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 mum And I'll do that 'till I turn hundred and one Or maybe hundred and two Stepped in the game now it's under my shoe Can't say anythings changed I'm the same prick That I was two thousand and five 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 (Hook) 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!" (Verse 2 - Jam Baxter) I'm done with the stupid questions Never called this a new direction Just ghost town running with a huge collection Of the ??? ??? ??? too rude to mention So nah, I ain't gonna jam to the usual Bare man gassed from a bag full of bugles ??? ??? 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 ??? ??? ??? ??? 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 a ??? ??? ??? my ensemble Bruv, you seen them ??? ? Ah, fuck it, I don't even care ??? ??? ??? Yeah Life as it is Bare hard work and it's finally ??? So Ima do me and keep running round stages Spraying bars 'till I gotta slide for a piss (Hook) (Verse 3 - Dabbla & Jam Baxter) 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 May be crazy, praying that the game don't change me Same old me and 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 ??? ??? ??? like "fuck yeah" And all your gonna hear is "tut tut" Brothers wanna cock block ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ???