[Chorus: Jorja Smith]
If you've done nothing wrong
Blue lights should just pass you by (Maybe even fairy lights)

[Verse 1: Zane Smith]
I'm tired of being a fan, killed yo favorite rappers
I got blood on my hands, the name is Zane Smith
See I'm a bad man, killing off careers
And stealing all yo fans, better recognize
Who I am, that verbal rap assassin
Take yo favorite rappers, line em up, bar-for-bar
Flip em upside down and backwards
When I say I'm rapping, I'm talking rhythm and poetry
I'm the best of the best, nobody's coming close to me
I be spittin out philosophies, Edgar Allan to Socrates
Ain't nobody stopping me, like Muhammad Ali "I am the greatest"
Save yo opinion, no question, I ain't debating
I sat back and waited, listening, learning, spectating
Real patient, but I had enough, I can't take it
Listen to yo self, tell me what you hear
I spit more real in one verse most do a whole career
Speaking on ups and downs, the life we live, hopes and fears
I know it's all subjective, can you tell me what it is
Genius, they must be a whiz, like Marcel
Duchamp, take a piss and call it art, that's what really
Breaks my heart think it's all fun and games
But shawty I take it serious, I don't just wanna play it
I need to hear it and feel it, I love me some nice
Melodies and great lyrics, talk to my spirit
Say something to my soul, Imma take the crown
Take the throne, I'm the new rap king
With my queen overseas, Zane and Jorja Smith
Gone head, shawty sing
[Verse 2: Jorja Smith]
Gun crime into your right ear
Drugs and violence into your left
Default white headphones flooding the auditory
Subconscious waves you accept
You're sitting on the 4 back home
"Where you at, G? Answer your phone!"
Pause the poison to answer his message
Your boy sounds rushed, fears for his adolescence

[Chorus]
(I wanna turn those blue lights)
What have you done?
(Into strobe lights)
There's no need to run
(Not blue flashing lights)
If you've done nothing wrong
(Maybe fairy lights)
Blue lights should just pass you by