[Chorus: Biopolar Sunshine]
You are more than able, of cutting through the cable
But I see your angel, don’t act young and wasteful
Come to garden and let your guard down
Come to your senses it will all be clear

[Verse: Tinie Tempah]
Yeah, yeah (ah)
I tell stunners I’m stone cold and Austin Powers
Too busy working, all my niggas talking about power
I made vow that I won’t end up like Kenny Powers
When the money goes and friendships turn sour
Still rapping with soul cause I never sold mine
For the whole time did it without a co-sign
They can’t approach their shit the way I approach mine
Dumi knew that he stumbled on a goldmine
They think you buss and it’s all roses and daffodils
I coulda moved off ends, but I’m in Hackney still
I could of S-curled my hair, my hair is nappy still
I showed you the most how to make the most out of crappy deal
Opened doors everybody getting signed now
I having mean with Greatest of all times now
I never do it off of the top, I gotta write it down
Ask the hackers all bars up on my iCloud
Still fresher than Brok’ Beckham and Ash Catchem
Took my beanie back to Plumstead and thenback to Peckham
Todays beef then tomorrow your friends
Rappers unfollow you, then follow you and then unfollow you again
I tell him a man his face I got a problem with him, straight
I can take your girl in woven sandals and turn her to Naomi Campbell
Horror stories I’m so weary of divorce
I might move to North Korea because my career is heading north
You ain’t see us in the wagon then I swear it was the Porsche
Take my niggas to LA where this ain’t against the law
I ain’t scared of no lawsuit, word to my tailor
I didn’t even ask Calvin when he took us out to Vegas
They wanna see us down, they don’t want see us up
And when Harry cuts his hair whole worlds going nuts

[Chorus: Bipolar Sunshine]
You are more than able, of cutting through that cable
But I see your angel, don’t sound and wasteful
Come to garden and let your guard down
Come to senses it will all be clear
I just wanna be the light you wanna see
The star in your eyes, the glimmer in the shadow
I just wanna be the light you wanna see
The star in your eyes, the glimmer in the shadow
Let me roll with you and [?]
Let me roll with you, all your pieces in your grand design

Rob $tone, two damn phones
Babylons can’t crack the code
Used to sip out styrofoam
But figured I should stick to dro (weed!)
Backwoods overload
Don’t like to smoke them swishers, ho
If you hit my liquor store
It’s 50 cents for single Ports

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese

Two cell phones, Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
Mr. I Be On That Block, 12-07 fuck an op
They hear my name, they see my squad
Rolling dope up on the spot
I’m with your bitch, she on my jock
Ain’t got no time to love a thot
Got niggas mad, my flow so hot
Got niggas mad, my squad won’t stop
We in the game, won’t take no loss
I’m sippin’ water out the Voss
Got lean all in my fuckin’ Sprite
Turnin’ up on fuckin’ sight
Mr. Kenny Powers
Bout to take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch

And I’m smokin’ on that widow when you see it out the window
Got a dusty old tee, lookin’ bummy, leave it simple
Growin’ up, I was always in the middle
So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little
And my brothas beside me so fuck it we mobbin’ deep
Always grimey, no findin’ me but I be in LG
If your lil’ fuckboy lame ass wanna creep
I live by the lemon ’cause that fucka chose me

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese

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Rob $tone, two damn phones
Babylons can’t crack the code
Used to sip out styrofoam
But figured I should stick to dro (weed!)
Backwoods overload
Don’t like to smoke them swishers, ho
If you hit my liquor store
It’s 50 cents for single Ports

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese

Two cell phones, Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
Mr. I Be On That Block, 12-07 fuck an op
They hear my name, they see my squad
Rolling dope up on the spot
I’m with your bitch, she on my jock
Ain’t got no time to love a thot
Got niggas mad, my flow so hot
Got niggas mad, my squad won’t stop
We in the game, won’t take no loss
I’m sippin’ water out the Voss
Got lean all in my fuckin’ Sprite
Turnin’ up on fuckin’ sight
Mr. Kenny Powers
Bout to take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch

And I’m smokin’ on that widow when you see it out the window
Got a dusty old tee, lookin’ bummy, leave it simple
Growin’ up, I was always in the middle
So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little
And my brothas beside me so fuck it we mobbin’ deep
Always grimey, no findin’ me but I be in LG
If your lil’ fuckboy lame ass wanna creep
I live by the lemon ’cause that fucka chose me

Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said, “Baby just buy Dutches ’cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money, babe, buy me a Fiji”
She said, “You need a job”, bitch, fuck a job, I still get cheese

[Verse 1: Rob $tone]
Rob $tone two damn phones
Babylons can’t crack the code
Used to sip out styrofoam but figured I should stick to dro (weed!)

Backwoods overload don’t like to smoke them swishers hoe
If you hit my liquor store it’s 50 cents for single Ports

[Hook: Rob $tone]
Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said baby just buy dutches cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money babe buy me a Fiji
She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese

[Verse 2: J. Davi$]
Two cell phones, Mr. Mothafuck-a-thot
Mr. I be on that block
Twelve o seven fuck an op
They hear my name they see my squad
Rolling dope up on the spot
I’m with your bitch she on my jock
Ain’t got no time to love a thot
Got niggas mad my flow so hot
Got niggas mad my squad won’t stop
We in the game won’t take no loss
Im sippin water out the Voss
Got lean all in my fuckin’ Sprite
Turnin up on fuckin sight
Mr. Kenny Powers bouta take your girlfriend home tonight, bitch

[Verse 3: Spooks]
And I’m smokin’ on that widow
When you see it out the window
Got a dusty old tee
Lookin’ bummy leave it simple
Growin’ up I was always in the middle
So I gotta hold it down for my older and my little
And my brothas beside me so fuck it we mobbin’ deep
Always grimey, no findin’ me
But I be in LG
If your lil fuck boy lame ass wanna creep
I live by the lemon cause that fucka chose me

[Hook: Rob $tone]
Said she wanna roll with me and smoke up all my weed
I said baby just buy dutches cause you can’t smoke for free
I got some loud but no money babe buy me a Fiji
She said you need a job, bitch fuck a job I still get cheese