[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