BB (BODYBAG)

Hello dear

Look in my eyes, what you lookin' at me for? (Me for?)
You ain't seen a strap? I got cats in flats with rebores, lean like Eeyore (Eeyore)
Mum said, "Son, don't play with guns" (Guns)
But the voice in my head kill everyone
Put a boy in the ER (ER)
One phone call can get a man gone
Pullin' up in a blacked out Beamer you play too many games, these boys live in VR
I hate liars so I set fires, tie him up, then we pull with pliers
Boxin', your teeth out (Baow)
Gimme the loot, out of the loot
Call up the troops, too quick to shoot
No football boots, been the same since youts
And life weren't cute, like K-K, K-K
You smoke too much kale, pint of lager
We don't do ale, man don't fail
Brother got twelve for a kidnap and didn't get no bail
Mac D's diet
Loudest in the room and they should've stayed quiet (Shh)
Move in silence, then we get violent (Brrt)
Wet a boy up in his jumper it's just like Poseidon
You don't know me, cat's O-D
Had to watch them die and shit gave me nightmares
Head in my hands, I was cryin', m-way spinnin' in the right lane
Reach to your right and these lines that you're hypin'
Need to be enlightened, roll to your crib
Light it up like a photoshoot, what you know about lightin'?
What you know about lightin'?

My allure (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh)
Ain't up to par, I raise the bar (Haha)
I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom)
Shootin' star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh)

Talkin' wicked, man, you're a dickhead, man, I break jaws
Round of applause, redefine physics
Turn you into a spirit, let nature take cause
Big bang, blink and you miss it
If you went on the dole, then you bottom out, raw
Bangin' on the floor for a nought point four,
Shit, that you did for a draw
Trackie bottoms in socks, take tills from shops
'Cause I never had a lot and I wanted more
Put a boy in a box, put a hole in the door
Like my name's Roy Shaw, I'm a pretty boy, course
Litty boy Short get fucked on all four
Real men don't ever, ever say pause
Ringin' up my giff-gaff
You get Christmas gift-wrapped, call me Santa Claus
Banter me, we don't laugh or speak
I can see you're weak, had to tuck your tail
Tuck your chain, what you know about pain?
I can see it in your face, you're a pussy, you're frail
Mountain peak, council house then I violate
Sniff cocaine 'til my eyes go dilate
I'ma dial it, like Dire Straits
How I move so far away?
Certain man don't wanna listen
Get beat up and they wan' play victim
If this was a movie, I'll be the villain
You'll be the bitch I'm killin'
Coin in the well, keep wishin', shit could've been so different
Now on your grave, I'm pissin', rest in peace, you dickhead

My allure (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh)
Ain't up to par, I raise the bar (Haha)
I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom)
Shootin' star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh)
My allure (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh)
Ain't up to par, I raise the bar (Haha)
I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom)
Shootin' star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh)



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Maker, James Blake, Tyron Frampton
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