Zdot - Warm Up Sessions (Part 2) lyrics

[Intro] Shout out to Dan White Derulo [?]'s jawline and hairline Shout out to Edgar Davids, Eric Hitchmough and my main man [?] [Verse] Mate, I'm an awkward c*nt That's why I'm always drunk You can catch me sipping on a Chât-du-Pape every day when the morning comes Or some of that Morgan's Rum whenever that boredom comes I guess I'm borderline bored all the time, I should talk to someone I've got no jawline blessed with a turkey neck And I like a bit of posh, call me dirty Becks Came back, new look with the quirky specks If it's dirty s**, I last 30 secs Return of the marky mark [?] bargy lairy bloke Tryna make my mark imprint deep like a cast of my co*k but it's hairy yo Skin tone white as a dove or a t-shirt washed with the Ariel I'm known to flip when I'm twisted, kickflip varial That's for the skaters, I can never debate with haters, my patience is too thin I think my chin ate my patience, might change my name to 2 Chinz I used to cruise to my school in a 5-door hatchback Never had a flat peak cap But I listen to the Rat Pack And I had a lunchbox with a packed lunch in my backpack I got punched in the nose by the 5-0, man I couldn't breathe I decided to sue the feds in every sense you see Excuse me love, it's a double half lager for me And that twat behind me is on half double whisky, we're complicated you see I text birds but they never text back (I don't think they've got any signal mate) It could be that 'Cause it could never be the fact I'm an ugly twat I've shagged every bird I don't know what you heard Every bird on Earth resents this tragic girth But f** bragging, I'm shagging too many birds to brag And about a third were fat And about to burst and that It doesn't bother me honestly I'm astonished 'cause tryna become a [?] I am the Keith Floyd of rap And this breakdown's only in here so I could have a little slurp of the Pape My dealer kept selling me empty bags And I find that sh** hard to swallow man 'Til it turns out they were just a hologram I ain't spat on one of these for like two years Now I'm yearning to come back burning The punchbag's worn and I'm bored of these same old grime MC's and I'm constantly yawning Rewind, back in 2011 I was sure that I'd blown up Signed to a major, released a bullsh** single, went to some parties and mingled and f**ed up Now I'm back and I'm better The flow is impeccable Jawline is sort of detectable Never the less all the more with a beard that disguises my chin, I'm a General Young, back and I look homeless, touché You seen where my home is? Big place It's a semi-detached, you a**ume 'cause I rap and enunciate That I live in a big place Got posh parents and cash is fat, that's a mistake Back with a mixtape soon, with the bang I'm a bit late Rapping but making it happen is where I progress, I'm a pisstake If you didn't know me yet, you're a bit late I've got the man-b**b swagger of old men in Maga' that hang around [?] and get done for rape [?] writing, and you seem quite chilled out mate and inviting So could I have a pinch of you baci? What do you mean no you f**ing - Chill out, that's racist And I'll never be one of them on the basis But if someone's a prick and they're doing my nut then it doesn't matter what colour their face is Ginger beard but the same pot belly Face so bait, you would swear I'm off the telly Drank so damn much red wine in my spare time, now mate I've got addicted to Rennie Middle-aged lesbos, that's not me Driving a nice whip, that's not me They say you look like the son of the guy from Family Guy, man yeah that's me Hey girl, can I buy you a drink? You look fit and you winked and my heart went boom and I wonder whether you're brown or pink Inside your lips I didn't mean to say that out loud, I guess I just slipped But if you give me one more chance, then you could get this [Outro] Shout out Eric Hitchmough, all the Hitchmough lot Shout out to anyone going through anxiety, you can f**ing push through this, I'm a f**ing rapper for f**'s sake, keep going Safe (Big up Tom [?])