T N Biscuits Lyrics

T N Biscuits - slowthai

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Drug dealer

I wear Nike, not Fila

Lean like Tower Pisa, I smile like Mona Lisa

I've had enough of 36 shots, 72 had to double up

Mainstream tunes, couldn't make one

That was mathematics for the class clown dunce

ABC's I wanted Q's

Get a B, make 2

Crime Watch, mandem face on news

Directs spamming, pay me dues

Greed for money, gas like juice

Take it lightly, it's just food

Certain man haffi kill off the mood

Come like Christmas, why be Scrooge?

On a serious note, I joke

I ain't a serious bloke, I smoke

Jump on a beat like a frog off a boat

Take a leap, just float

Take a leaf out my book, I know

Tried to believe them, lost all hope

I just wanna chill, go home

Jump on my push bike and I zone

Ring, ring, ring, answer my phone

Getting sick of my own ringtone

Pedal on shit so long

People need to go, grow a back bone

I'm bad to the bone, yeah biddididi

And I mash up the flow, getting silly widdit

Yeah, timid even know I put my spirit in it

Real in the zone like

It's T

None of me sounds like them, chief

I put the T in 10, deep

More melodies than doe

Dun' know what you dun' know, it's T

I put the T in trend, me

About to run something, scene

About to don this ting, 'ow ya mean?

Come through the fog I'm king on a road

Digging for gold

Run from the boy them hood on the low

Switch off my phone, ain't going home

Locked in a box, stuck in a zone

Zone out again, sit and reflect

Dodging the pen like a dog in a yard

So I ain't going yard, walk in the dark

Walk in the park I ain't playing no Giggs

Bunning a blem, chill doing trips

10 outta 10, tell them again

Blind to the sky, live on a high

Feed the supply to all the mandem

Slowthai lagging, body bagging a witch

Steady slanging that talisman shit, ay

I'm a G, yes

Draw for the knife and the CS

Bally on tight, F the BS, PS

Come around here, leave teeth-less

Jesus couldn't save this yout'

Don't pray to him he ain't saving you

Hate me, you must hate the truth

Box your chin and make you change your tune

If it's gonna get physical

Slyly I'm gonna bring in a tool

Try me you could get slumped in two

One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot

If it's gonna get physical

Slyly I'm gonna bring in a tool

Try me you could get slumped in two

One bang, two bang, smoking a zoot

Rrrrah

And the farmers are coming

Pitchforks sharp and they runnin', runnin'

Mhahahahah