Absence ft. DK Smallz & Exclusive Lyrics

In your absence, all the madness

Manual

Gradual

Handle

Annual, leave and i'll come back

Im defending your name in your absence

Hear a lot of madness

Pillow talk & mattress

Preachers and no practice

All over the atlas

They don't understand us

Smiling through the sadness

Journey with no manual

Paper come in gradual

More than you can handle

Gave the boy the annual, leave

And I'll come back

She don't wanna rush that

Rubber bands and rucksacks

Seen that and done that

She the type to post the throwbacks and never the recents

Paris, Manny and Milan, like the striker from Sweden

She's convinced that where she at, has never been decent

Find it hard to stay happy unless she's overseas

And If I had to guess her region, bet she Caribbean

I know she Caribbean, curry goat and oxtail and it best be seasoned

But her wardrobe out of season, now she shops in Regent

A weekly dose of retail treatment, and it's gotta be frequent

I think I know her weakness, and I know a couple misters

And they live near Bicester's, but it's strictly business

And imma' really do the distance, if I think they dissed us

And imma' tear more than a meniscus, and I don't need assistance

And I ain't even seen my missus, I think I miss the kisses

I tend to reminisce this but we tight like stitches

So I don't need no bitches

I swear the game so vicious

Im defending your name in your absence

Hear a lot of madness

Pillow talk & mattress

Preachers and no practice

All over the atlas

They don't understand us

Smiling through the sadness

Journey with no manual

Paper come in gradual

More than you can handle

Gave the boy the annual, leave

And I'll come back

She don't wanna rush that

Rubber bands and rucksacks

Seen that and done that

First of all, Thank God, he let me see another sun rise

If we're talking money, know I could never be tongue tied

Give a fuck about love, i just wanna' make my funds rise

Knew she was a disease when she said she like fun guys/fungi's

[?] for the chit-chat, slo-mo when i sip that

Two hands when its back shots, yeah i love the kick back

I sit back and wished that, we'd grow from the trench

Bucket hat full of money, cah' its only common sense

Niggas {?] on your {?], I swear this shit is intense

Keep chronological events, for niggas sitting on the fence

Yeah, yeah, its that ments'

I hate snitch bitches man, they'll sing for a pound

Call them CIA h(o)es, if I seem them tell them ciao

I ain't talking Madrid, when I say I'm too Real

No challengers, free header (Eder), Militao

Bro's wanted by the feds, his pictures up like a tifo

All because he watched (Diego) the yay go, like Milito

I've seen that and done that

Shank in a backbag

Pole in a rucksack

I'm bait so I can't lack

Still tryna' run up racks

Three-nil, no comeback

Double D's and a big back

A real one I need that

I don't bring nothing, bitch I am the table

I need a real one to hold my down, like staples

Need her gold, need her sweet, like her name was Maple

Yeah, their raps sound good, but they're rapping fables

She used to love to fuck, still I made her (celibate) sell a bit

Had a big dumpa' truck, ain't playing tag, still she tagging it

Slanging it, I'm trying to move out the sticks

I play the squares like a Rubix, shit

In a Wenger coat, I'm really tryna' {?] a prick

On the A2, in an A3, with a couple bricks

Call me Cash Kareem, I ain't settling, I'm meddling

Got a couple shots, so I'm pebbling - I've been peddling

I'm defending your name in your absence

Hear a lot of madness

Pillow talk & mattress

Preachers and no practice

All over the atlas

They don't understand us

Smiling through the sadness

Journey with no manual

Paper come in gradual

More than you can handle

Gave the boy the annual, leave

And I'll come back

She don't wanna rush that

Rubber bands and rucksacks

Seen that and done that

Baby, baby

Baby baby

Baby, baby