Slowthai
I love this brother, keep it fuckin' on

I need all my bros at scholar with a tight swalla
I need crown jewels and locket and fuck off rocket
I need you to shut the fuck up 'cause your bread is buttered
I need everything I never, ever, ever gotten
I need all the fruits of labor, 'cause my apple's rotten
I need everything that's precious, like my name was Golem
I need there to be a problem when there ain't a problem
I need every fuckin' option, not no hot chocolate
I need chicken lemon Donna, just to quench my hunger
I need every loan I wanna, just to spend a oner
I need every family, and he never ever got a
I need every show on road, just to count up guala

I need a million pounds
Wake up, wash my balls then I bounce
Eye on the prize, no time, gotta pounce
Too much money, so much can't count
Keep losin' track, better write that down
Can't glue these cracks, and I probably snort brown
Put him in dust, that's skills in my mouth
Can't get sucked, lil' Slow hangin' out
I need Even Stevens, fresh fade feelin'
Slice of the pie with a bit of whipped cream
Tumble dryer and a washing machine
Dishwasher with a chef called Marie
Ting can't get through the field for the loudest
Stain or a house, family live on my grass
Family fruit, bae longs for this money
Everything I never got as a child
Need mums off white, a house that's hers
Car that stops so I can take more drugs
Need happiness first, all in some whites
Be that out of rut, all the bad things reversed
All of my gut never steered me wrong
Black Mercedes, with a chrome touch
All flammable, to a million notes
In my wardrobe, tools get brought