Intro (Ali Bla Bla)
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man with a fictitious grin pondered the terrain in which he flooded with anguish,
For this is England, and the lion cannot be tamed, this is the game.

Verse 1 (Ali Bla Bla)
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I was thinking with my [bad word] and then this chick was like “I love you as a friend”
And then it had to end, and thats pretty much the way the world works with men
But [bad word] an employer coz im raggo to the end
In the Endz, we’re still tryna’ fight habits
lifes quite tragic, chasing the white rabbit
Im the type that just might have it, so every Friday night my eyes are [bad word] Brain [bad word] worn, filled with the scorn
I get high till I see purple unicorns with 9mm uzi horns in 40′s movie form
‘coz the duty of misusing stupid floozies got me bored
I’m just waiting for the summer to BBQ the corn (ha!)
And as I journey through the forest, thats the only time, that [bad word] honest
This world is a game, not made for a novice
If this girl is my dame, well then i’ll make the promise ha!

Hook (Danny Wilder)
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And in cold blood I killed them
The ones I love, my children
Their tiny hands played music
Only I could hear
So clear to me, to me

Verse 2 (Kayo Ken)
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I was thinking with my [bad word] and then this chick was like “Ken I’m pregnant”
That’s when the call ended, cos even though less protection can make me more tempted
It was April the 1st, shout me tomorrow if you meant it
I’m just laying a verse, praying it works, if not I’ll write another one
Lie ability to speak [bad word] cos I’m kinda troublesome uh
Look what my mother done she raised a menace
Bourne Legacy my identity ain’t just Kenneth
Instead its, this [bad word] up kid with a flagrant mouth
Some think it’s crazy how my perfect day is playing Fifa Online
And getting head while I’m sorting formations out
I quit blazing now I’m a future alcoholic
Ironic cos since 2001-ish I blame the Chronic
For making me flow sicker than infinite baby vomit
I’m on it, no sleep I’ll never reelaax
Well, at least until I relapse

Hook (Danny Wilder)
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And in cold blood I killed them
The ones I love, my children
Their tiny hands played music
Only I could hear
So clear to me, to me