You, you would
You could know the fuses
You oughta know the truth, yeah
Front on the low, it‘s exclusives, you should
You, you would
Cut the faux excuses
And feel the smoke it produces
You wanna go and do shit? You should
Toast to that then
We flipped it and held the payroll
All for the hand that scrimmage to raise it solo
Come as you are and pay as you go
I woulda quit it like you quit it but I don’t quid pro quo

So i'm conceited if I need to phone in
I know it’s the weekend and I’m leaving ‘fore five in the morning
Just let it seep in, the feeling, the knowing
I know we’re still teething but you’re holding on like there’s something to roll with
She got the weight and the name attained by postcode by the boatload
Got VVSs, she slipped on the rocks
Got a heavy cup and a glimmer of God
She says this is life not heaven, you don’t have to be perfect
I’m on my luck of the devil, I’m practically burning

You, you would
You could know the fuses
You oughta know the truth, yeah
Front on the low, it‘s exclusives, you should
You, you would
Cut the faux excuses
And feel the smoke it produces
You wanna go and do shit? You should
Toast to that then
We flipped it and held the payroll
All for the hand that scrimmage to raise it solo
Come as you are and pay as you go
I woulda quit it like you quit it but I don’t quid pro quo

I remember when it wasn’t like this
Going through a crisis
Almost struck gold it was lightening
Right then
How we gonna heighten
Everything I need
Cos my pees wasn’t like them
No
I could give a fuck about your guestlist
Cutting off the senseless
Cutting off the que divider
Grew up with some Q dividers
Had some minors
Going up and down the hill
Like Jack and Jill
You know that I mean it
Don’t know how I see it
But that’s why the visuals
Costing an arm and a leg
Please come correct
Tryna bargain with reps
Told Mum like look that’s the Guardian press
Cos angels is guarding from harm and distress
Even though every obstacle is strength
He know how to step

You, you would
You could know the fuses
You oughta know the truth, yeah
Front on the low, it‘s exclusives, you should
You, you would
Cut the faux excuses
And feel the smoke it produces
You wanna go and do shit? You should
Toast to that then
We flipped it and held the payroll
All for the hand that scrimmage to raise it solo
Come as you are and pay as you go
I woulda quit it like you quit it but I don’t quid pro quo

I see things come and go
I just see things come and go
I don’t say shit, I take notes
And add it to what I know
Take our chest for the effort made
And know that sometimes that’s just how the cards fold