Ming - Intellectual

[Verse 1: Tartan]

Fuck up at the job center, double payment feeling like a king

I can never love that hoe, she was just a fling

All these Russians on me, I feel like Xi Jinping

No I can't walk with that burd, I think that she is minging

She is minging

Blade on me and it go ching, ching, ching, ching

It go ching

I don't feel good I'm mourning

Don't care what you're sayin' it's all boring

I cannot be bothered why you moanin'?

Only fuck up myself, I been lonin'

[?] it's pourin'

[?] is how I'm soaring

I think you need to boost, is that a taxi that you're phoning?

Hope that's a taxi that you're phoning