Stay prescribed
Check it
Check it
Check it check it out
Check it check it check it check it out
Check it
(Aye) well my
(Aye) well my
(Aye) well my
(Aye) well my bed size never really mattered to me
Even if I was single I was still a king
Let me speak
Let me sleep this comfort killing dreams and causing me to panic
(Attack my frantic mind from these pillows and words)
Assured I've learnt to turn my back to the hurt I've endured but
This shoulders colder out the sheets we just scolding the rims now
I need a heater in this season so just wrap your arms round
Easier to cover up without knocking your pins I'm not
Giving ya anything until you've read the box
It's lack of whisky in my drink and that green was never vital
Cup of noodles on my dresser it's still there
It might as well just represent my thoughts of surrender It's toxic
Hostile to this rap you just checking it's final
Need a bitch by my side
Read the title I stay prescribed, aye
Never staying in my lane mastermind like Lex Luth
Now that's a bar from the future let me run it back
Check it
Check it
Check it check it now
Check it check it check it
This that 90's shit
Check it
Check it
Check it check it now
Check it check it check it
This that 90's shit
Uh
Uh uh uh uh
Yea aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye aye aye
This that 90's shit
Mastermind I pass the time by writing rhymes up in class
I'm crashing fine stop asking why the glass of wine full or half
The wrath of math can't pass the task exam in panic I dash
A xany half might need I've cheated all my expertise
Sipping Fanta the speed of the trucks phenomenal
I'm dipping in and out from the weed while I'm watching chronical, aye
Missing maybes picking daisies from other ladies, yup
Amazes me how lazy jealousy can be I got the
Grimmest flow I put all the dominos on top of the flowers that grow
Knock them down in a row
A pedal that falls for the rules that I break, yup
A peace of cake a day the less you eat the more you'll say
Aye
(Killing like noose) yuh
Yea yea yea yea yea
This that 90's shit
Cause that's what started this shit
I'm still not rich bitch
But over it all like a wrist slit
Let me run it back
Check it
Check it check it out
Check it check it check it check it out
Check it
(Aye) well my
(Aye) well my
(Aye) well my
(Aye) well my bed size never really mattered to me
Even if I was single I was still a king
Let me speak
Let me sleep this comfort killing dreams and causing me to panic
(Attack my frantic mind from these pillows and words)
Assured I've learnt to turn my back to the hurt I've endured but
This shoulders colder out the sheets we just scolding the rims now
I need a heater in this season so just wrap your arms round
Easier to cover up without knocking your pins I'm not
Giving ya anything until you've read the box
It's lack of whisky in my drink and that green was never vital
Cup of noodles on my dresser it's still there
It might as well just represent my thoughts of surrender It's toxic
Hostile to this rap you just checking it's final
Need a bitch by my side
Read the title I stay prescribed, aye
Never staying in my lane mastermind like Lex Luth
Now that's a bar from the future let me run it back
Check it
Check it
Check it check it now
Check it check it check it
This that 90's shit
Check it
Check it
Check it check it now
Check it check it check it
This that 90's shit
Uh
Uh uh uh uh
Yea aye aye aye
Aye aye aye aye aye aye
This that 90's shit
Mastermind I pass the time by writing rhymes up in class
I'm crashing fine stop asking why the glass of wine full or half
The wrath of math can't pass the task exam in panic I dash
A xany half might need I've cheated all my expertise
Sipping Fanta the speed of the trucks phenomenal
I'm dipping in and out from the weed while I'm watching chronical, aye
Missing maybes picking daisies from other ladies, yup
Amazes me how lazy jealousy can be I got the
Grimmest flow I put all the dominos on top of the flowers that grow
Knock them down in a row
A pedal that falls for the rules that I break, yup
A peace of cake a day the less you eat the more you'll say
Aye
(Killing like noose) yuh
Yea yea yea yea yea
This that 90's shit
Cause that's what started this shit
I'm still not rich bitch
But over it all like a wrist slit
Let me run it back
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Writer(s): Reece Bramley
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