Letra de Spin

All I need's a pack of Rizlas
And a bag of eucalyptus
And I'm handling my business
And I'm fine
I pull up in the venue
Order the entire menu
Point at everything
And tell you that's it's mine
Them man are ovulating
Watching how I'm operating
Blud I wouldn't even bother fucking trying
And any time you see us crash into your nearest Prius shouting
Jesus Christ, I guess it weren't my time
I guess it weren't my time
Guess it weren't my time
Guess it weren't my time yet
Guess it weren't my time
Must have been a sign
Must have been a sign
Must have been a sign
I guess it must have been a sign
I mean my life was on the line
Man was out his mind
Wish that I was lying
Couldn't blame a man for trying
Life's an intricate design
Everything divine
I've been doing fine
You should grow a spine
Pussy!

Like "how's it going Dabbz?"
I'm like "same old"
Still trying to get my name up in this game bold
Still banging my forehead against the brickwork
Trying to make this shit work
For everybody's payroll
Oh, that's the smell of my nostalgia
How do you like my appearance?
It's kinda frowzier
If you're in school, how's it going with the algebra?
Don't you know I make Jesus grime?
Now you know
I'm on that hybrid rap shit
I got that boom bap and I fuck with that trap shit
Man I keep it trilly with a million tactics
They haven't adapted
You ain't even skinning up backwards
Said enough
Eyes welling up
Middle fingers in the sky
Screaming "I don't give a fuck" about
Something or other
Your mother
Life's too short to sweat all the small stuff my brother

I don't know what's up with it
First they wouldn't fuck with it
Now they won't leave it alone
Trying to do your thing
When nobody let you in
Similar to getting blood out of a stone
Ain't no telling where it's heading
And it really does my head in
Every time I try and get into the zone
So I ain't gonna stand there
And give me a lecture about what's in me
Yeah you seen me
I'm a shimmy on my own
Shimmy on my own
Shimmy on my own
Shimmy on my own
Shimmy on my own
Now I'm on my own
Now he's on his own
Now he's on his own
La la la
Where am I gonna go?
Where's he gonna go?
Where's he gonna roam?
How's he gonna go?
I don't even know
Why d'you wanna know?
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Nowadays, I'm like "what's the point of anything?"
That's not exciting or delightful
That's adrenaline
And now society's frightening and unsettling
I've scheduled in the day of reckoning
And I'll be heckling
Like, wagwan with peace, love, unity?
Sex, violence, strong language and nudity
I'm all about building new communities
Whilst flying through the galaxies like Ulysses
Had to let go of my beliefs (my beliefs)
Boy they kept changing every week
Can't we all just get along?
It's not a promise we can keep
Trying to find a little balance
In the middle we can meet
And this world so peak
Two legged animals
March in their sleep
It's hard to feel a part of it
When half is incomplete
Shellsuit flammable
Delve so deep
GhostTown on the beat

All I need's a pack of Rizlas
And a bag of eucalyptus
And I'm handling my business
And I'm fine
I pull up in the venue
Order the entire menu
Point at everything
And tell you that's it's mine
Them man are ovulating
Watching how I'm operating
Blud I wouldn't even bother fucking trying
And any time you see us crash into your nearest Prius shouting
Jesus Christ, I guess it weren't my time

I guess it weren't my time
Guess it weren't my time
Guess it weren't my time yet
Guess it weren't my time
Must have been a sign
Must have been a sign
Must have been a sign
I guess it must have been a sign
I mean my life was on the line
Man was out his mind
Wish that I was lying
Couldn't blame a man for trying
Life's an intricate design
Everything divine
I've been doing fine
You should grow a spine
Pussy!