Yep it's Songer
Outside the Box
Listen
The way I'm living man would think I had the cheat code
He's road nah but his lyrics are in beast mode
All these wasteman tryna go where we go
I'm spaced out take the W but that's my ego
Yeah, I play with letters in my wordplay
You're gassed over my presence like it was your birthday
First place spitter whilst you're tryna get a first date
Begging me for tunes but I like to make the earth wait
My girl spicy, pengest in the whole town
Like we playing battleships, I love it when she go down
Zoned out, probably from these flavours that we blown out
Didn't say a word but they say I'm smelling so loud
Looking wavy, hard top, I've got the shoes with it
New lyrics, red eyes, doobies in a few minutes
Who did it, whole world's better when there's tunes in it
True innit, lyricism only ting I can do with it
I think its festivals where I belong
I can write two tunes it's a banger when its either song
Never find a liver don
Because I've been on a wave way before you knew I was on
Join the wave and ride along
Because soon enough the time be gone
And I'll be sweeping up awards like cillit bang awards are gone
Pocket full of paper but its wrizzler
If I sweet talk your girl, guess I've got a whisper
If I sweet talk, go in shop, and cop a wispa
Wordplay scrabbled while you man are playing twister
Old girl gone, got a message from her sister
Finger to my lips was the only time I lipsed her
I'm lowkey like I'm Thor's brother
So you don't rate this, I'll ask you are you sure brother
I know you bump this in your whip and you want more brother
And if you don't then you should be sucking your mother
One youte said I've got dead flows
But my voice is in his girlfriend's headphones
Two cellys, just a brain and my headphones
I lob a brickie at his face and make him head phones
Your favourite rapper can't do this
I'm proving that I'm different but these rappers can't prove it
Spitting bout the shanks or how they gonna shoot kids
I'm repping for the shitfaced, twenty beer and zoot kids
Festivals and vibes is what I care about
Always with the wifey, she ain't stressing about my whereabouts
You see a bright shirt, say you wouldn't wear it out
See me in it one day, now you wanna wear it now
Peng sweater, trend setter but you're nothing but a bed wetter
With a dead set of lyrics
And my wifey got them bright red acrylics
She ain't academic but we good at chemistry and physics
