[Intro: Eyez]
Buckeye
Raise the bar
It's E to the Y

[Verse 1: Eyez]
I raise the bar like high jump
So man wanna take shots like white rum
You want a grime song? Gotta have Eyez on
I'm definitely cold, ready to blow like a time bomb
My don, he was in the back with his mic on
Didn't realise he was saying I'm his icon
Now everybody thinks he's on the level that I'm on
We don't do dem tings where I'm from
MCs copy man's bars like parrots
Me, I've got fans in Prague and Paris
Banging out Eyez in the carts and carriage
You've got bars but it makes all your dargs embarrassed
Me, I get tweets that are rah in Spanish
Can't understand it, how hard is this language?
You've got fans but they're starting to vanish
And not one bit, no part of it's managed

[Verse 2: Mez]
Man are like, man are like "Mez, you're the dan"
Fuck that shit cause I'm the bossman
Got a new ting and then I call that jam
I leave the whole venue like uh
Winter time, it was getting colder
PRS money got me another fur
I'll start going on like Lucifer
Turn into devilish mode part two
Man can't diss anyone in my crew
That means any playing with the 1-2
Move your girl if I really want to
Cause she's seen me with Stormzy and Jme too
And the way that I'm coming through
Man would've thought that I did choo choo
Like G Man, dem boy fi get slow
And then we see your wifey [?]

[Verse 3: Dubzy]
Yo, snap's back, black, sitting on my headtop
At the back of the line like Lescott
Red Bull Studios, chilling with Zdot
When I'm in Manny, I'm wearing a red top
When I hit Cali, I'll be blazing a big blunt
Girls don't like you, they call you dick, cunt
We just stick both those together
I be in the VIP chilling with Heather
Right now, day's going on so sick
That I've gotta take trips to the ends, get better
My heart's black, real black like Cilla
The name's J like Dilla, I'm a criminal
Smoother than MJ in a white suit
Old school like Pikachu or Raichu
And we'll come and find you
Even if you're indoors, you can hide too

[Verse 4: Snowy]
I can't talk on dem boys' behalf
And I can't tell you if they've got the heart
All I can say is I keep on progressing
And right now, man are in the lead, no SCART
For so long, I was kept in the dark
Now they're right backing, means that I might chart
I've gotta go hard in the paint
While all these other n***as wanna move glossy and soft
People never got it, that's right from the start
Never understood by the pops or the marge
Now both of them at any opportunity
Wan' talk 'bout how they raised up a star
So now I keep on raising the bar
Whether it's clothes, hoes, money or bars
First name's Alpha, so let me take charge
Come a long way from the yout who couldn't afford Clarks

[Verse 5: Row D]
I still get lemon in the drought
Might see me in kicks that are never coming out
I'm tryna put more bread in the account
Fuck a little bit of dough, I want a very big amount
It's a mad ting when I'm in the house
If the bum's not big, tell her that I want her mouth
Get high when I'm billing up an ounce
Still a stand-up guy when I'm sitting on the couch
No, I've never been a clown
Try jump in the ring? You ain't gonna win a round
Spin a guy, make his head spin around
Didn't wanna listen but I'm getting bigger now
Hoes wanna date, want a dog dinner now
I don't wanna eat, I wanna go in and out
Then I'm kicking 'em out
Fuck café, [?]