Spine - Dabbla

All I need’s a pack of Rizlas

And a bag of eucalyptus

And I’m handling my business

And I’m fine

I pull up in the venue

Order the entire menu

Point at everything

And tell you that’s it’s mine

Them man are ovulating

Watching how I’m operating

Blud I wouldn’t even bother fucking trying

And any time you see us crash into your nearest Prius shouting

Jesus Christ, I guess it weren’t my time

I guess it weren’t my time

Guess it weren’t my time

Guess it weren’t my time yet

Guess it weren’t my time

Must have been a sign

Must have been a sign

Must have been a sign

I guess it must have been a sign

I mean my life was on the line

Man was out his mind

Wish that I was lying

Couldn’t blame a man for trying

Life’s an intricate design

Everything divine

I’ve been doing fine

You should grow a spine

Pussy!

Like «how's it going Dabbz?»

I’m like «same old»

Still trying to get my name up in this game bold

Still banging my forehead against the brickwork

Trying to make this shit work

For everybody’s payroll

Oh, that’s the smell of my nostalgia

How do you like my appearance?

It’s kinda frowzier

If you’re in school, how’s it going with the algebra?

Don’t you know I make Jesus grime?

Now you know

I’m on that hybrid rap shit

I got that boom bap and I fuck with that trap shit

Man I keep it trilly with a million tactics

They haven’t adapted

You ain’t even skinning up backwards

Said enough

Eyes welling up

Middle fingers in the sky

Screaming «I don’t give a fuck» about

Something or other

Your mother

Life’s too short to sweat all the small stuff my brother

I don’t know what’s up with it

First they wouldn’t fuck with it

Now they won’t leave it alone

Trying to do your thing

When nobody let you in

Similar to getting blood out of a stone

Ain’t no telling where it’s heading

And it really does my head in

Every time I try and get into the zone

So I ain’t gonna stand there

And give me a lecture about what’s in me

Yeah you seen me

I’m a shimmy on my own

Shimmy on my own

Shimmy on my own

Shimmy on my own

Shimmy on my own

Now I’m on my own

Now he’s on his own

Now he’s on his own

La la la

Where am I gonna go?

Where’s he gonna go?

Where’s he gonna roam?

How’s he gonna go?

I don’t even know

Why d’you wanna know?

Oh

Nowadays, I’m like «what's the point of anything?»

That’s not exciting or delightful

That’s adrenaline

And now society’s frightening and unsettling

I’ve scheduled in the day of reckoning

And I’ll be heckling

Like, wagwan with peace, love, unity?

Sex, violence, strong language and nudity

I’m all about building new communities

Whilst flying through the galaxies like Ulysses

Had to let go of my beliefs (my beliefs)

Boy they kept changing every week

Can’t we all just get along?

It’s not a promise we can keep

Trying to find a little balance

In the middle we can meet

And this world so peak

Two legged animals

March in their sleep

It’s hard to feel a part of it

When half is incomplete

Shellsuit flammable

Delve so deep

GhostTown on the beat

All I need’s a pack of Rizlas

And a bag of eucalyptus

And I’m handling my business

And I’m fine

I pull up in the venue

Order the entire menu

Point at everything

And tell you that’s it’s mine

Them man are ovulating

Watching how I’m operating

Blud I wouldn’t even bother fucking trying

And any time you see us crash into your nearest Prius shouting

Jesus Christ, I guess it weren’t my time

I guess it weren’t my time

Guess it weren’t my time

Guess it weren’t my time yet

Guess it weren’t my time

Must have been a sign

Must have been a sign

Must have been a sign

I guess it must have been a sign

I mean my life was on the line

Man was out his mind

Wish that I was lying

Couldn’t blame a man for trying

Life’s an intricate design

Everything divine

I’ve been doing fine

You should grow a spine

Pussy!