Not for human consumption Not for human consumption Slip slap, crick crack Lines are racked Either hole's a goal Sniff that so I can rewind it back To hark the start of the anarchic chorus that put my gen on the map 140, gram line stories, limp dick'd but we're horny Blanket bans, laughs in cans, stay awake for a week Don't you dare yawn here's a straw, you know that sleep's for the weak Willed, kill, bill, pills sniffed through bills Student loans but we party like we just made a mill What have we done What have we done Choose life or a bag of drugs, ain't it supposed to be fun What have we become Ket's cool, it let's you, forget how, you met you But when the Cat tried her first Mcat it rolled her eyes back like a spaz attack And now her clothes off and I'm nervous Will she chew her lip or my dick off Taste kitty on her sweat when I tongue her Thrust for days when I come it was worth it I'd love to love you but this drug's so good I'd love to fuck you but this drug's so good And like all that you know, it eventually comes to an end When cunts cut drugs with solvents it might be for the best Health's fucked my brain's stucked in self-destruct Even my reflection screams at me to give up What have we done What have we done Choose life or a bag of drugs, ain't it supposed to be fun What have we become Take that rewind it back Take that rewind it back Take that rewind it back, Snowflake-inc. got the philosophy Take that rewind it back, Snowflake-inc. got the philosophy, the coconut philosophy Religious like ferocity, a coconut philosophy Your culture's based on robbery, appropriate your following Native migrant tenacity, philosophy Stop it. Life's wasted on you Please. Life's wasted on you Life's wasted on you Life's wasted on you

Life gets corrupt But we need it I'd love to pen you all a letter Or maybe write you a song called A series of my unfortunate events, to which you could all sing along Living life longing for a life worth living Praying for truth in the piss poor promise that each day's a new beginning I redefine minging, my nerves are always stinging I'm so separate from myself, my suicide would be an honour killing I stash snaps of scraps of me that shed on mass you'd better Watch where you lie on me or you'll fall through the cracks I write lyrics like a child writes a Christmas wish list But I've swapped material gifts for a break from sickness There's no sick pay when Trigger Thumb is the business As we sit back to see <insert your lost artist here> sink into non-existence And they were the most persistent Gigged consistent, sorry if you missed it Though we've not yet had a good stretch We're still resistant Pen in hands now, come back strong the singular mission Both progress and setbacks on my shoulders are there by own admission I cleared the calendar and it nearly killed my boy's commitment Protecting my ego and condition he stays schtum but he's admitted that Bright lights, stages and your wide eyes are why he's in it More than anything I respect that but I'll never get it Cos for me, it's that moment we share in your car At the gym, when you fuck or sing in the shower With your boy or your girl, got abuse, get it hurled Cos if you don't have something nice to say at least you know how to use words And what's it like, being a minority in this kind of music That conversation's stupid, and tell me, to which type of music would you like to reduce me Can't wait till fucking me becomes a concept that's seducive Tinder profile says extrovert gone reclusive Sick of my return to stage date being so elusive Meditate to stop my internal narrative be so abusive CBT, CBD, my job got me presenting like CBEEBIES Watching the youth get charged for ideas that should be freebies Cassettes are back and now I put my tea cups on CDs Whilst I clear up digital space taken up by my MP3s And I wish I could defund the whole world and not just the BBC's polarising polaroids of polar bears on polar ice caps Whilst Putin bots predict my pen presses before I write them Life's fights prefer my hands tight before I dive in I play chicken with Bradford boys on the wrong side without a licence Fearless, coked up and only vulnerable when they're fighting The times they are a changing no guarantees they'll get better So you should live your life now as if you'd never regret it Maybe I should turn these words into a letter or a song called A series of my unfortunate events to which you could all sing along Life gets corrupt

How long till you give in How long till you give in How long till you give in How long Life off the rails, weight of a freight train Dangle toes over the platform edge apologise for the Dulay Fists clenched, wet dreams of choke holds Squeeze till I fold But I've tried it all Tied knots to forget Pray, pray, pray But he won't come Kneel no fall, end your days And why should I go outside When all will be-comes forgettable In this war I'm both sides Yet peace in here's unattainable Sit back, take a load off, rest forever How long till you give in Big talk for a cock sucking, pussy lover How long till you give in Bend down, it'd suit you, even further How long till you give in Time won't wait I've picked apart my insides and I've shed my shitty tendencies Tenacious to tenacity, inordinately reactionary Forced to learn a lesson on how to be a better person for me When myself was the only person I never wanted to be Piss with the lights off in case I catch my own reflection Body scarred, bleeding and shedding no belief in things like heaven Hands gurn, time won't wait And why should I go outside When all will be-comes forgettable In this war I'm both sides Yet peace in here's unattainable Bole So Nihal Sit back, take a load off, rest forever Big talk for a cock sucking, pussy lover Bend down, it'd suit you, even further How long till you give in Time won't wait

Sorry Scott, I've gone off brief but I'm on topic I got the remix gig but I nearly said fuck it My body's unwillingly telling every good thing in my life to go stuff it Every time we get booked it gets fussy The longer that I stay out the game I get rusty Though music's more of a compulsion Exacerbated by own internalised repulsion I use it to fuel, my jet pack propulsion To the front of the line for societal expulsion when I hear myself yapping I can't help but wince Cos I pinch my slurs and words from bygone blueprints My bar's so juvi, I should do time per line Excuse me whilst I let Clt Drp define my style Eager and spoilt Eager and spoilt Eager and spoilt in some ways I still am In some ways I still am Sometimes this is all there is This is all there is Sometimes this is all there is This is all there is Sometimes this is all there is This is all there is Sometimes this is all there is This is all there is Sometimes you're worth something, sometimes you're still shit Sometimes you're worth nothing, sometimes this is all there is Sometimes this is all there is I feel like an insect's shit, deleted scene from an incest clip The bit with the lactating tit, in my dreams I'm bare foot in my piss Aiming for the urinal but I always seem to miss Maybe it's a message from inside my head Or maybe I should get up cos I'm wetting the bed Who'd you really want Who'd you really love Who'd you really want, would you want me if you found out who I really want Who'd you really love, would you want me if you found out who I really love Sometimes this is all there is This is all there is Sometimes this is all there is This is all there is Sometimes this is all there is This is all there is Sometimes this is all there is This is all there is

A fear of being in love We can't separate it I feel I need to know What I'm missing Got the look that she wants caressing Time apart has taught us that we need to learn our lesson Learn to forget it, yeah If you want me then come on over Come and get it If you need it, baby If it's love, you'll move over Let go Break her heart, can't pretend That friendship ain't painful enough I don't feel like answering Now I've seen his face and I've been scrolling back for days Have you said you love him, yet Is it too late to come on over, cos I need saving I need it, baby If it's love, you'll move over Let go Break her heart, can't pretend That friendship ain't painful enough Enough Move over and let go Friendship ain't painful enough

Let me please watch you get some Watch you get some Let me watch you get some Watch you get some Whilst I toy with my innards With my innards Toy, with my innards With my innards Oops, I'm sorry you bumped into me I guess I'm too apologetically correct My mind's a wreck My skin keeps falling off of me Tried super silver valproitic steroid pill cystoscopies I'm never lonely when I sleep, I peel so much I sleep with me, achoo God damn, how shitty Bite down, tough titty Withdrawals, not pretty Get by, get gritty Sad clown, pure pity Less frown, more witty Right hand, so sticky Shit town, worse city But my lifestyle's allergenic Coco puff I'm carcinogenic The particles you breathe I shed it Your birthday, forget it Chat your bird up, get her into bed then wet it But there's endless wells of wellness hells When snickers and sniggers are triggers Our priests now write us prescriptions Sleep till the day you're no longer with us Come on hey, be considerate Won't you consider it Write lines that rhyme and are easy to mime Cos half of us are illiterate There's shit on the linen that we line the room we're living in Shit's what we're living 12 steps for giving in Oh I'd love to show a part of this we could consider positive But politics and noncery are like white knighting and chivalry But I can't stop clawing at my internal organs Sore beyond proportion Self extortion, mighty morphing Immune distorting, self abhorring, no keeping score but I've been known to force abortions God damn, how shitty Bite down, tough titty Withdrawals, not pretty Get by, get gritty Sad clown, pure pity Less frown, more witty Right hand, so sticky Shit town, worse city Punchline, I don't get it Erect over, kicking your head in I know you know that you're better off deaded Gone roll up your corpse in the bedding that I bled in But there's endless wells of wellness hells When snickers and sniggers are triggers Our priests now write us prescriptions To sleep till the day you're no longer with us Come on hey, be considerate Won't you consider it Write lines that rhyme with lines that rhyme Cos all of us are illiterate There's shit on the linen that we line the room we're living in Shit's what we're living 12 steps for giving in

Life has got no meaning no reason to carry on So why not risk rejection requesting to make you come Like a drug, I'm a selfless, supplement to your fun We can go forever cos I never need to come Let's get you off that cocktail of candy that you've been on I want see you swallow something other than your tongue You got me thinking disgusting Now it's in the open maybe we can discuss it Cunning lingual persuasive gymnastics Practiced performed confident in finger tongue acrobatics You define the rules and you can set the conditions To see you both pleasured is the only admission An expert on my knees but oh my god, I'm not religious Your beauty is a crime for which you must be convicted Stage set with the lights down Bet you'd like that Shy but you're still loud Get my tongue out pass me round, push my head down Two at once, one or both with your hands bound I could squeeze in between or you could get on top I could be enough Do you like it when I'm rough If I hear screaming, it means that someone's cheating You find it easy breathing, surrender your body for a squeezing But wetter's better than a death bed regretter Wetter's better You're too dry, too cold So don't try this at home You had a chance now it's blown Your right hand's on the phone calling Checking on when you're planning going home alone Shut your mouth, you misogynistic creep Your school boy fantasies, I'll chop your dick off in your sleep Here comes the best bit Acting all desperate Too wet I'm pro-perspirant Gush like a fire hydrant No ends I won't go to For you both I'd be see through Just use me to connect to The missing kink between you Stage set with the lights down Bet you'd like that Shy but you're still loud Get my tongue out pass me round, push my head down Two at once, one or both with your hands bound I could squeeze in between or you could get on top Bet you'd like that Shy but you're still loud Get my tongue out pass me round, push my head down Two at once, one or both with your hands bound I could squeeze in between or you could get on top Yeah bet you’d like that Get on top Yeah bet you’d like that

Austerity vultures, curriculum'd your culture Even the moneyman dresses in blue jeans and black jumpers Steve Jobs jobbed the job that was meant for your government Society's ship's sinking itself and nobody knows who's running it to the ground Education's now valued in pounds Every conversation revealed that smiles are just plasters for frowns In front of our loved ones we're too scared to turn them upside down Psst, there's no right way round Feels like, every time I turn up, it's just to be turned back down But that's got nothing to do with being brown As all shades come with their own shade Like cutting your baby boy's clit or murdering your sister for loving the wrong race Muslim men double down halal cos it's haram to be gay Marriage is a transaction of property, cover up her face Scripture spits in the face of the facts of the modern day I guess a conflict with the past's become the modern way Like watching my cousin cave on paths already paved for her I wish she'd let her gut be her navigator Follow that yearning for another way, brighter shores Be in better health and averse abuse from brown men who've been raised to be boys Superstitious, writings on the wall have made too many I care about force feelings that force them to free fall Coming off shrink sweets is enough to make best friends tweak Dose missed, the script slipped, that's a life in danger this week It's 2am and I'm awake Temperature regulation's a right state The night's fate's, sealed Spoilers turn out to be truth Faith heals but drugs, sure do have sex appeal Pax 3 because I only steam my greens It's mad to be arrested for ingesting trees sewn from seeds Please Don’t tell me you don't puff in Downing Street If y'all toked you'd be less stoked on provoking world war 3 After this mess, weed might help heighten our GDP Half of our young offenders could also probably go free Just look at the state of the state's pockets where they're green Flush, not even the Trump slump could backpedal the skunk rush But the United Kingdom's stance, remains tough Though half our MPs own bud farms on the hush hush Doctorate doctorers, TikTok philosophers Track and trace could be a trick to trap the lot of us Or just those of us with problems with the officers Brown, I mean town specific lockdowns enforced via tweet Police armed with hand gel guns coming soon to your streets Immigration correlation with the R rate's achieved A quick scroll's all I need to get so low Back stooped from carrying opinions of the whole globe Bojo says YOLO, the economy's suffering from furlough So back to work but hugging your family's a no no Assemble the assembly liners for assembly line suicide Double pay for those willing to die double time Be a mindful thinker, nightmare drinker But let pleasure be fingers, face, falace in the pink or stinker Self proclaimed experts and left/right wing converts Vera the virologist, Edna's first extremist concert Paranoia pusher, pharmaceutical flusher Appropriation's appropriated to oust you without discussion Quit fussing, our entire existence is a mistake Cancel cancel culture it's insane Don't be afraid to steal sari's and braids Just every time you wash your hands Remember Sing Happy Birthday

Well isn't this a welcomed change of pace I wished it in and in it came At first, you took me for a joke Who's laughing now It makes sense your own thoughts get turned up When you're all you have for company in your head you're stuck It takes strength through strain to stay stood up And this past year minutes have felt like months I don't know how to be around you When you don't care how I feel So just shut up, shut your mouth I don't know how to be around you When you don't care how I feel So just shut up, shut your mouth I've bit my lip and I've bit my tongue On me I've scratched a tally of days since I had fun Your flesh is a prison sentence you cannot out I breakdown a lot Play hide no seek a lot Whinge, whine and scream a lot Need time for me a lot I force myself asleep a lot But I keep waking up No reload, auto-save or respawn but it's still a game I'm an NPC dreaming, of being player one I don't know how to be around you When you don't care how I feel So just shut up, shut your mouth I don't know how to be around you When you don't care how I feel So just shut up, shut your mouth It makes sense to cut me off To cut me It makes sense to cut me off