[Intro: Collistar]

Oi, shout out to jk on this one

Track and titled, Cuppa T, I fancy one now you know

I like mine strong, very strong, tiny bit of milk

Alright then, yo

[Chorus: Collistar]

Cuppa and fry up such a nice touch

Wakes me right up, but there's no eggs, that's my luck

Cuppa and fry up such a nice touch

Wakes me right up, but there's no eggs, that's my luck

[Verse 1: Collistar]

Good morning (hello), What's today storing? (well)

Here's my routine in accordance of importance

I wake up from snoring, lay in bed yawnin' *BEGINS YAWN*

I put the kettle on for a cup of tea to pour in *FINISHES YAWN*

Pray your father, read a little Matthew

Confess a little sin if I really feel I have to

Peanut butter on the toast, plus some jam too

I put some Loofah on, so I can sit and jam too

Listen to the birds and watch the little robins

Before I go to leave and the traffic starts poppin' *EXHALES*

Jump in the shower, plan what I'm rockin' *INHALES*

This uni life, yeah, it's got me tick tockin'

My thoughts are criss crossin', I'm not sittin' hear dossin'

But a part-time life means that I'm far from big flossin'

Far from a boffin', I'm not big money plotting

'Cause a life chasing money it's just living for the coffin (ching)

Cup of tea, another week, another day, another dollar

Sittin' in my chair but I don't care, no, I'm not really bothered

I'm just a great white bloke, wearing all black clothes

Tellin' colourful coats, just like the technicoloured coat

Tellin' dreams of a guy, in an English boat

Down this London stream, tryna swim and float

Tryna make my face known like the biggest of boats

With the sickest of flows (got the sickest)

[Chorus: Collistar]

Cuppa and fry up such a nice touch

Wakes me right up, but there's no eggs, that's my luck

Cuppa and fry up such a nice touch

Wakes me right up, but there's no eggs, that's my luck

[Verse 2: Collistar]

Look, I'm not your typical Brit in the Burberry

Quick mind, slick rhymes, always have to murder beats

MCs go mad, I think they wanna murder me

Rip up the tracks, welcome to the surgery

No lyrical burglary, I speak truth, no perjury

I'm legendary like Hercules, I burn tracks to third degrees

I'm not worried that your new car's from Germany

Surrounded by some big kids, it's like the flippin' nursery *BABY'S CRY*

I'm still living with the rent, so I'm not whippin' with the Benz

But my thoughts drive me crazy like I'm slipping off the edge (ah)

I'm not chillin' in the ends, billin' up the cess

I'm just killin' with the pen, I'm not sittin' on the fence

They thought I had to sing, the way I'm spittin' all this lead (br-br-ahh)

And now I make the tunes that they're mixin' on the decks (wheel it)

Student loan means that I'm livin' with the debt

I waste too much time, flickin' through the net