Pa**ion Hifi - T££NAG£R lyrics

Teenage boy sitting on his bed Thinking up rhymes all the time If you were in my shoes You'd have a lot going through your mind Taking it out on a drum beat A through to zee, thats complete I'm white like pie crust Why rap, cos I must Simply put- its poetry in motion You're straight from the can I'm fresh from the ocean Plenty more fish in the sea though But not quite like me bro I'll roll out red carpets Five star is my target Aiming for best in the market I'll never give ya beef Even if you ask for it Available for take out So you can bring home the bacon Why not dine with g, there's a fine table waiting Ink leaking onto the page like an oil slick This type of creativity, ya can't foil it But state schools always manage to spoil it (Put that in your pipe and smoke it) Tar and nicotine, up in a jib-jab Trip on that like slippery tiles beneath your flip-flops Poison your lungs Til... sh** stops