AND WHAT? Lyrics

Guess who's back, I'm in your dimension

Chewin on the mic, to relieve some tension

Where you from, what you doin, what's your shoe size?

I feed you three wings, when you said you wanted two thighs

People sayin, your rhymes are so cold T

I jump across themes, from feet to poultry

Juxtaposed, is a way to describe me

I look like a postman, deliver an MC

Knockin at your door, postcode lottery

Ring your bell, you know who it's gotta be

T-Bone, with a mouth full of whipped cream

Comin at you, like a lyrical wet dream

Walk inside, got shit on your lino

Drunk on the beat, like a hip-hop wino

Fall on the deck, can't come back from this

Sort us out, show me where the bathroom is

Do what I want, do what I want

Listen up, I d-do what I want

Do what I want, do what I want

Got no choice, I d-do what I want

Do what I want, do what I want

Listen up, I d-do what I want

Do what I want, do what I want

Yeah! And what? I d-do what I want

Check it out, I put salt in my coffee

Saturday night, and I'm goin down the offy

On my bike, but it's only got two gears

All up hill, for the sake of a few beers

Ridin home, sound like Darth Vader

To the couch, to play Tomb Raider

Gettin told, T live your life YOLO

Wankin so much, that they call me Hand Solo

Shinin bright, I'm in a fuckin Star War

Jumpin upstairs, cos I'm learnin fuckin parkour

Credit card swipe, slap you with a stink palm

Blowin up mics, cos I'm spittin napalm

Crotchless gruds, air to the ball sack

Chantin twat, like Bombay did a duck quack

Fartin freely, in a Zoom meetin

Feels good as hell, like Lizzo Be Eatin

Do what I want, do what I want

Listen up, I d-do what I want

Do what I want, do what I want

Got no choice, I d-do what I want

Do what I want, do what I want

Listen up, I d-do what I want

Do what I want, do what I want

Yeah! And what? I d-do what I want

A new day, top of the mornin

Twelve hour sleep, but I can't stop yawnin

Stare in the mirror, bare affirmations

I can't be arsed, with shit conversations

If you are, a bad little bell smoke

You're gettin had off, by a chubby middle aged bloke

I'm takin the piss, I couldn't give two fucks

Auto-correct, means I'm givin you two ducks

Manchester, a city based paradise

T-Bone, his flow is soundin real nice

No beef, I'm cuttin up a jack fruit

Goin fuckin Ferrell, and playin a jazz flute

Anchorman, T's back in the hot seat

Chuck you in a pond, with your feet set in concrete

Bit harsh, there ain't no defendin it

In your kite, from the start to the end of it

Do what I want, do what I want

Listen up, I d-do what I want

Do what I want, do what I want

Got no choice, I d-do what I want

Do what I want, do what I want

Listen up, I d-do what I want

Do what I want, do what I want

Yeah! And what? I d-do what I want