[Intro: Jayke Pallatt & Alex Auld]
Going again
Going again
Going again
Going again
Feel fucking pissed
Bastard
I got this
Motherfucking was born for this
Bro I was born ready Taz shut the fuck up
Just remember it be like someones got your face over a fucking bonfire when you hear this
And he loads
There you go ready

[Verse; Jayke Pallatt]
When you hit your 20s and it feels like the 60s
Street Miles like a prohibition runner in the 50s
Life’s hard lumpy milk’s getting expensive
Politicians getting hookers on expenses
At work I’ve got the graft it’s never resting
I g ot the council house but bitches start nesting
Got the tax man he’s knocking door-to-door
Am the last man and he just wants more and more
When the doorbell rings man man hits the floor
He’s paranoid as fuck like the brothers hit the pure
Boys think
The Leonidas of the trap game screaming my size come on now were all the same
You know Road man it translates to waste man
You’ve got a face like the cut you at the baseline
Times are hard you got treat a stranger like a brother
We’ve got to make it easier because it’s only getting tougher
[Verse: Alex Auld]
Here I am again still sitting on my own
Inebriated up knowledge spilling from my dome
No real reason I ain’t picking up my phone
Early morning slumped over liquor bleeding from the throne
Once in a blue moon tonight is that exactly
I ain’t smelling bull so don’t bother even asking me
Find me posted up drawing out my next strategy
Up and out this bitch I’m aligned with the galaxy
O.G atmosphere presence of a majesty
I keep myself grounded like the bitches play fantasy
Premium bottles every week in-fact its more than often
They don’t last long cause my nigguhs gone and scoffed ‘em
Peer pressure ain’t shit if you keep your nose clean
Don’t trust a bitch We’ve seen where those hoes been
Lumpy milk actually we call it cheddar
Your boys getting better living life off the feta

[Verse/Skit: Taz]
Talk about your geezer Theresa
Have you thought about fucking off nobody’s got time for your fucking Tosh
I think it’s time for your boss to just cut the loss
We like lumpy milk
People around here want you fucking skint for quilt
Bro I can’t even fucking
Oh man
Bro I can’t catch this beat man Chin you don’t understand yeah
I can’t bro I can’t with that that’s not my kind of instrumental bro
Literally nothing like it
It’s not bro it’s like rap i’m rapping rap
And I’m rapping it to a fucking Grime beat bro
It’s like 120 beats BPM
No it just sounds shit