Shootout Lyrics

Snus in my top lip

Got the whole kit and caboodle on when I jump ship

Only making top hits

You wanting something different look to Solo for the remix

I'm cold until the heat hits

You'll know it when you see it

Time away from my routine

It starts to make my skin itch

I'm looking for a quick fix

A miracle drug

One that doesn't sit on tick

And doesn't come from the pub

It's all love like

Yeah I'm still smoking on the cigarettes

No regret

Coz I've cut the drugs out theres nothing left

I'm feeling lost

I'm down the hole

I'm with the rabbit

I'm tryna kick the habit

Like you wouldn't understand it

The longer the day

Darker the brain moves

Whack a smile on

Hit your boy up with the face tune

And make a space for Komorebi to break through

I hope you're getting ready for the Mod to replace you

Then hide you

Deep down dark inside the underground

Don't spill the sports direct mug

Coz we'll all fucking drown

Larger than life

Realer than most

So try as you might

You'll never come close

From peaks to the coast

Til I ghost

Ok I'm calling all the shots

From the directors seat

I'm cutting out your scene

And crawling out your screen

I'll come and claim your spleen

The fuck you mean?

Mums sad and dads mean

I guess it's always in my genes

I got the stinky green

Inside my baggy jeans

I guess it's time to lean

I been missing since I was a teen

Don't ask me where I been

I've been killing time until it kills me

The fog would never let me see where I'm supposed to be, nah

The fog would never let me see where I should be, nah

Shut ya mouth for a sec and fucking listen

If I ever cut you out, my g your inefficient

Put a barrel to ya neck, please pick a wise decision

If you count me out again ya fucking going missing

I don't care, I don't regret, I'm a fuck up the whole set

Give a fuck who it is or who it isn't

I don't care, I don't regret, I'm a fuck up the whole set

Give a fuck who it is or who it isn't

I'm so done with being underestimated,

Someone come and separate us from the fucking fakers

It isn't complicated

Our sound is coming different

The style sophisticated

They all Hating till we make it

But we be on a mission, tired of the same shit

Taking notes to the test, Imma fake till I make it

Fending for myself now, they fucking over friends now

Don't worry I'll be bless, I'm cool with chilling select guys

Hearing all the same lies

Don't be scared to break ties

Stressing out my damn mind, Imma put you man on decline

Now it's fucking my time

Throwing up a gang sign

Light a spliff, and sip my cognac

I'm on track for a seized mind

Ok I'm calling all the shots

From the directors seat

I'm cutting out your scene

And crawling out your screen

I'll come and claim your spleen

The fuck you mean?

Mums sad and dads mean

I guess it's always in my genes

I got the stinky green

Inside my baggy jeans

I guess it's time to lean

I been missing since I was a teen

I've been killing time until it kills me

The fog would never let me see where I'm supposed to be, nah

The fog would never let me see where I should be, nah

I suppose if the life I'm living got harder

My cogs turn faster

Drive my mind off the top and then I fly past ya

Blindly retrace my steps along the garden path

To find my spark

Illuminated in frightful darkness

Entire past all compressed on my hard-drive

On dark nights I sit watching back my past life

Megabytes and pixels memory artificial

I dropped my phone and felt the pain it's in my scar tissue

I'll be cutting out the wires with a sharp knife rusty

Deep in my brain or in your attic corner dusty

My algorithm and sound boxed up

Collecting dust what's memory if it's not backed up

In physical form

I'll upload my mind to my USB ports

Or adapt it to fit something else my size conformed

To what they want to see, I'll live my life with honesty

Cos honestly I find it hard to define what's bothering me