[Verse 1: Trim]

Yo

They can't touch this verse

I'm still writing

While they're all stuck for words

And ain't saying it ain't up to her

But it seems like all her friends want to fuck me first

Have seconds and love me third

I ain't even brung an album out, and I've touched a nerve

I dunno, must have worked

But I am Trim, the MC most love to swerve

I'm all the above and worse

I'll creep up suffocate and smother verses

My album cover's perfect, mindfuck, shouldn't have to word it and tell them how many shits I haven't given

To be such a big big mac to these gherkins

Fam I'm lurkin

And I'm still looking for trouble you might find me searching

(They're finally learning)

Most these MCs are as bad as Miley's twerking

And drown in the waves I surf in

But I'm still fashion no Dorothy Perkins

And man know I'm on my grind for certain

Check the lines I work with

I play with my life like the words in my verses

Watch as I sit up on the rhythm like the rhythm isn't working

And get up on the rhythm like I didn't already merc it

Them soundboys can't merc this

Them soundboys can't merc this

They don't wan't to see me surface

Their beef's based on who runs the furthest

Or how much it is in Burger King

I wake something up (listen)

Yeah, you won't have any cheeks to be turning then

[Chorus 1: Trim]

We can't lose

We can't lose, them want we fi lose

Them try to stop we moves

Stop we moves, them can't stop we moves

Pick a side and choose

Them can't choose, them want we fi lose

But we can't lose

We can't lose, them want we fi lose

Them no want we to make moves

Rewind and come again, selector

[Verse 2: Trim]

Yo

They can't chat to me

They only talk shit with their back to me

And I ain't saying I am the best, but when you actually

Look at it - I am God; blasphemy

I don't need nothing above my bed to catch my dreams

MCs are way in above their head but, as luck would see it

I don't fuck with them and they can't fuck with me

F- the lowdown, let me bring them up to speed:

It's trim, 1-800-don't touch the screen

Trim-an-osaurus Rex

Some said I weren't doing it

Wow

Looks like I must have been, looks like I must have been

[Chorus 2: Trim]

We can't lose

We can't lose, them want we fi lose

Them try fi stop we moves

Stop we moves, them can't stop we moves

Pick a side and choose

Them can't choose, them want we fi lose

But we can't lose

We can't lose, them want we fi lose

Them no want we to make moves

We can't

We can't lose

We can't

And won't ref-

We can't lose

We can't lose, them want we fi lose

Them trying to stop we moves

Stop we moves, them can't stop we moves

Pick a side and choose

Them can't choose, them want we fi lose

But we can't lose

We can't lose, them want we fi lose