[Verse 1 - Jam Baxter]
I guess myself's all I'm qualified to chat about
Sorry guys I've apologised, happy now?
March with a blabber mouth far from the maddened crowd
Have to bounce, I've got hatchets to batten down
Stanzas to rap aloud "Oi Baxter you're backing out"
Standard, got a lot of madness to splash around
I'm just tryna make a man named Alan proud
Damn straight rights cos the jam tastes bra**er now
So I spat it out whippin' up a fresh batch
Pick it up and spread that, ripping up your vestax
Pull up the tune, pull up a pew, pull up the roots of all that you couldn't consume
I could list all I cared about in my life to date on the back of a stamp with room left for a smiley face
No time to waste, these high rise blocks got skies to scrape
And these bright-eyed moths got lights to chase
I'm wide awake where are you?
Staring at your pair of shoes scared that you barely moved
Well I'm there for you, cos I'm weary too
Because living life the proper way is something that I rarely do
I ain't half the man that I used to be, truthfully
But I'ma grow a newer breed mutant where the wounds should be, where the wounds should be
They say I ain't changed a bit but that's news to me
[Hook]
I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
Cause I ain't picking at a pixel, I'm moving free
And that's, that's who I choose to be
Cause I ain't stupid I'm loose in a lucid dream
What?
[Verse 2 - Ronnie Bosh]
Since myself's all I really give a f** about
Other sound, I'm around, Bosh come is not enough
I guess it helps Ronnie legend in his mothers house
Stubbing out another snout, buzzing 'til I'm coming down
Slumping in the powder, yeah huffing up another mound
Nothing to be proud of but f** it, I'm bu*ters now
So I stumble out, scrounge for a couple pounds
I ain't tryna make a man named (?) shout
But I've had a bad day, sit down
Poverty has gotten me in bins now, properly
I probably owe you an apology
Honestly but bad apples never fall far from a rotten tree
I'm not sorry and I promise it doesn't bother me
I got to be this broke Bosh monstrosity
I've been seen coughing up the green in the smog I breathe
It's me wafting in the breeze, a monotony
So what's it mean bruv? I ain't got the first clue
Stop constantly waffling at me I f**ing heard you
I hope you get what you deserve to
Please, stepping to me will be your worst move chief
I ain't the little bro I used to be, truthfully
So I'ma bun this zoot and see exactly where the fumes lead
Where the fumes will lead, they're saying Ronnie seems odd but that's news to me
[Hook - Ronnie Bosh]
I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
Cause I ain't picking at a pixel, I'm moving free
And that's, that's who I choose to be
Cause I ain't stupid I'm loose in a lucid dream
What?