[ Featuring Royal Canoe ]
I'm off the hinges
Whippin' no engine
I took that last shot
My night has ended
She took that photograph, I told her to send it
I scored the phone number, official friend shit
I bought that two-six loose grip on a booze trip
I dropped the bottle a'int that some bullshit?
Fired up a classic but I ain't stressing out though
Bank account is crucial when drinking the right amount yo
A sixteen of cider or double of hen rock
Could really use another one as I'm crushing my tenth shot
Then she approached me on the low key with a forty
Eyes wider off the wiser to prepare me for the morning E.GG's been drinking too much
E.GG's been thinking too much
On some real shit I think I shouldn't link up too much
But my peoples is my fam and my fam is my people's
Understand that, people's is my fam that's my people's
This day's in the drain, twistin' my brain
Hoping this crash don't split me
I'll probably get by with chalk on my tires
The faster the heavy hits me
I'm probably gonna twist my brain
Stevie started with the Sour Face
The stronger strain got me sitting in a solid state
Saved all the memories from when I was in my happy place
I twist my brain just to make me feel a lil' okay
And I just have to say expectations are kinda lame
So I'll spend another day on what looks like it wastes my mind away
And you can't really say unless you up inside the game and play
I call my partners, get on the roll, get in the zone and space
I guess what I'm just tryna say
You put the boys inside a boat and we gon' float away
All while I'm crying steady stressing from growing pains
Also adapting, flipping scripts like every other day
Like excuse me what did you say?
I couldn't hear you with sound of greatness in the way
My mommy taught me how to act properly and clean the plate
But not how to get up when I wake up in a pool of shame
I guess it's just one of those days
I guess that you could say
This day's in the drain, twistin' my brain
Hoping this crash don't split me
I'll probably get by with chalk on my tires
The faster the heavy hits me
I'm probably gonna twist my brain
Mom and pops hailed they way up from the from hot islands
Rice and peas, canned bully beef kept me surviving
Daddy gone them said he gone a foreign
He left the kids, the dog, everybody crying, stop lying
Bucked up and kept it running like I'm Usain Bolt
I kept the bass pumping
Ensure they gotta chase something
Still eating hard dough bread, real bun and cheese Smoking herb and on my word no sticks, no seeds
3PEAT guaranteed to give you what you need
From the finest breed, making all your girls suck seed
On from one person many, word to my creed
Yardie born boy, shout out to cousin Steve
I got the Dragon Stout stamina, the girls see me in the sheets
All this rum and too much fun my days complete
Everything was good til my board went in the street
God body rude boy never see defeat
This day's in the drain, twistin' my brain
Hoping this crash don't split me
I'll probably get by with chalk on my tires
The faster the heavy hits me
I'm probably gonna twist my brain
