Ghost town

Andule motherfuckers

Dabbla

Arriba and all them tings yeah

Jam Baxter

Listen

Nah actually fucking listen

Motherfucker I'm ill

(Verse 1 - Dabbla)

I'm gonna get it smashed

Every single minute of the day, any how, any way

That you want it I'm on it I gotta dash in a flash

Then i pull up in a car that's crashed

Stunting like man of the match

With a brand new batch

And a brand new bag

And a brand new chick

And a brand new pad

That brand new shit

I put it down you slag

Yeah

I've had enough of the talk

Everybody's running but they can't ever walk

So I walk in the place with a smile on my face

And I'll wyle out with a drink I ain't even bought

And you can take that to the piggy

Wagwan officer everything jiggy?

Fancy a ciggie? course not

Cause you on the job and you ain't clocked off

No biggie

But don't get it back to the front

I will say "bitch", "motherfucker" and "cunt"

Not just on record but in front of my mum

And I'll do that 'till I turn hundred and one

Or maybe hundred and two

Stepped in the game now it's under my shoe

Can't say anythings changed I'm the same prick

That I was two thousand and five

Six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven

Are we really heading into Armageddon?

Seems like that's what they're shoving down our throats

It's our future, lets make it our own, what you reckon?

I was always told life was hard

Buy a big house and drive a nice car

In school if you asked me what I wanna be

Back then I would have said the first boy on Mars

(Hook)

All I wanna do is get lean with my team

If you know what I mean say "Yeah"

I drink, I puff, I can't get enough

And I couldn't give a fuck like "Yeah"

All I really wanna do is make noise with my crew

If you know how we do go "Yeah"

Don't care what they say, when I run away

I'm gonna grind all day like "Yeah!"

(Verse 2 - Jam Baxter)

I'm done with the stupid questions

Never called this a new direction

Just ghost town running with a huge collection

Of the can't park beats too rude to mention

So nah, I ain't gonna jam to the usual

Bare man gassed from a bag full of bugles

Deep in my side and believe in the hype

What I seen in my life would turn a staff to a poodle

Nah, be truthful, all I seen

Is a whole bag of kids with assorted dreams

And bare bad manners and a fucked up bladder

Cause they sniffed all the tranq', lets applaud 'em please

I ain’t tryin'a get rinsed as a preacher

But why would your best friend litre

That’s all I’ll say, keep all our days

In a big U-box in a singular freezer

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Who's that geezer?

Sat down grinning

Shining, surrounded by cracked out women

He didn't buy a drink, get your shank out kill him

Nah that's Baxter, jam down with him

Yep, chilling, club full of oddballs

Bare man in skin tight jeans looking hostile

Me I'm on a tracksuit ting with the HF tee and a ??? ??? ??? my ensemble

Bruv, you seen them brers??? ?

Ah, fuck it, I don't even care

Theres bare loud rigs in the warehouse rinsing a tear out???

Come fam lets bop there???

Yeah

Life as it is

Bare hard work and it's finally criss ???

So Ima do me and keep running round stages

Spraying bars 'till I gotta slide for a piss

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Dabbla & Jam Baxter]

The hip-hop scene hate me

The grime scene hate me

There ain’t no better tag team I’ve seen lately

Giving them a high speed chase on the daily

Me, Jam Baxter and Ghost Town baby

(Baby)

Love it when the flow sound lazy

Make you wanna go down, throw down

Get into a show down, ho down, low down

Maybe crazy, praying that the game don’t change me

Same old me in a nut yeah

All up in the cut yeah

Trying to get my whole team up there

But they’re fucking with the flow

Cause Z-double-O buy the blow like “fuck yeah”

And all your gonna hear is “tut tut”

Brothers wanna cock block

Nothing you can touch

What we got lock, go on rudeboy, take a potshot

I’m what you want blood, yeah, I’m whatnot

Knock-knock. Who’s there?

Who cares hotshot, guess where I come from?

Par when the bombs drop

Nonstop, feels like God dropping hot rocks

Straight off the roof, get loose in the cosmos

Hop off the compost, keep all fragrant

Anytime the impaler awakens

Bare small butchers in bloodstained aprons

Absailing to your brains on a raisin

Your fan base is an alienator

Swill champagne and await the invasion

Who’s that trapped in a 2-D movie

Too lean, two feet chained to the pavement

You. You, you and you, stay there

Cause us three man on the track ain’t fair

And all I wanna do is get mashed with my fam

If you’re down for the jam, say “Yeah”