Coming live and direct From behind closed doors Tryna occupy my mind of course Gotta keep on track And not slide off course Whipping up grub In my slides and shorts She's on all fours I'm behind her cause Got my bro mixing That vinyl raw Like what? I ain't wasting time no more So I'm coming straight Back like spinal cord If the concepts right Got my rhymes on board Tell me that I can't thats the final straw Messing up my plans Then I'm coming for yours ****ing dinosaurs pussies Without the paws Decades deep still rookies What does it cost Chatting on that frost man It's pissing me off Gotta do it for the people That I'm living amoungst And watch for that code Word cinnamon buns Coming live and direct Wrong side of the bed Upside of your head No time to reflect Mind running red All the lies all the stress Deliveroo outside on a ped I fall full force On my face when I'm focing it Course Imma walk In the place bait Talking and making it Caught it replacing it Store it and taking it Walk and I'm pacing it Taking my time And I'm caught in a race But the rents coming up And it's cool But I'm late with it Take a bit Time no wastin it Breaking in sideways chasin it Hunt for the right taste flavour Live for the moment And hope that I savour it See new sights With the cash to enable it He's too frassed In the back to be playin it Show shut down now I'm ****ed up I'm alien No love town getting Stacks then evading it Make more tracks Gotta pay less tax Can't sell that if The whole shits whack If the whole shits whack I explode on a track Holdin' it back Why you come a little flat Got flows on a tap Never pose never act Gotta grow and adapt Work on the craft Git flows in the bag Got no plans but the bank Want their dough back Nomad travellin' The lands till I go back No Pac practicing flows For the show fam Blow that cash at the bar Till it goes black Shark infested waters And I'm surfing in the deep Tryna get what you need But that's just outta reach Tryna school man But you ain't qualified to teach Jumping in the deep end A city by the beach Know that gotta slow that down Grown man on his last five pounds On his last five pounds Last night found in a bar by town I see your mind running Too fast to catch up Shoot shots man I'm coming For the slam dunk You play the line While I'm running To the damn front Active on a passive Soundsystem boy amped up