Casisdead - The Code lyrics

You know sometimes you just have those times (Yeah) Perhaps in instances where you just need it (Uh) Ain't nothing big (Uh) Sometimes you just catch yourself thinking too much And you want that little bit, to just... This sh**'s blinding, f** me I'm flying Every time I see a mountain, I start climbing Every time I go quiet, hope I'm retiring Where you been hiding, skiving Missed call from the wife, iPhone was on silent Sorry I was balls deep in this screen siren Had her flinching like she heard a siren Looking in a big cup made of polystyrene Thinks he's sly acting like he's buying p**yhole tried it Can smell him, he's trident Got white stuff on me like I've been tiling Got it from Thailand I can remember I was barely surviving Now man's striding You couldn't write it Go check a chick minutes after arriving Had her writhing, smiling I got the back end sliding, n***a I'm styling AMG Styling How can you afford that car in this climate? Climate control, leather seat, I recline it Heads up display so I don't red-line it Fine piece of fanny and we out fine-dining Ticket from the feds, they want points and they fining Yeah it's fine, it's mine right but I weren't driving Six litre lump love, that's the requirement Engine's violent, f** the environment Six litre lump love, that's the requirement Engine's violent, f** the environment Stopped at the dealer for a four-wheel alignment Shot up to Brighton to drop that consignment Chick off Insta, had to link this lightie Thought she was leng but na it's all lighting Yeah she was lying, all comes to light in the end... Yeah, how much is that? Said I'm in a M, she like 'How much is that?' Pocketing the stacks, she like 'How much is that?' But I'm looking at her back like 'How much is that?' Got to her flat, yeah I might just have Left, she was mad like 'Am I just that?' On the Batphone, see where Badger's at Lad, should've seen the bit man just had With a coke dick but still managed to shag I'll save that one for the bank Uh, knocking one out with Crème de la Mer Picturing jizzing in Ella Eyre's hair So many faces, I don't know what to wear No matter which one, they all stop and stare Fabric mainroom, bang on the gear Sweating and skanking like Fred Astaire Gone? Yeah I'm lost, now I better light the flare Two G on man, yeah like LaFlare Black ting watching then I clock her rear Preeing she creaming, chocolate eclair War paint caked on, let me make it clear All of that sh** babe, I don't really care Don't need a face full of slap to look beautiful More makeup than a corpse at a funeral Doing bugle in this toilet cubicle Off this beautiful b**hes cuticle Friends say I'm lacking slack, I'm skatty I ate with this slag out here in Stratty Yeah I risked getting papped for that batty I risked getting clapped for that batty Playing with the snatch for an hour and a half Fingers wrinkled like she'd been in the bath Na I couldn't even laugh