Rambling Bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, rambling

(Toddla T production)

Yo, these type of beats I don't chat shit to

The coldplay guys couldn't fix me, it's true

I'm the guy that you sold that whiff to

And I've always got drip too, big zuu

You won't see me walk into intu

The shops in there I'm not really into

I make rhythms that you might get chinned to

If you walk into a shops that you ain't been to

Let me tell you a bit about me

W I N D

O W K I D

And I make my p's

And I go home and order a fat Chinese

(Bash) yeah I'm out on a sesh-one

Go home and order a Chinese Szechuan

If you want a new life get one

Treat life like a haircut, and go and get a fresh one

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Look, are you thickers?

Got your ting in ibis in knickers

Swear down John, I ain't taking the Mickers

We just made a joint account on tickers (no way)

She's got me all brickers

At this rate we're gonna have some nippers

You don't wanna get run down in kickers

I've got man that drives by in cherry pickers (swear down?)

Are you thick?

Got your wifey round, she looks thick

Swear down Johnny, I ain't taking the Mick

She just ordered a 3-5 on tick, tick

She's in decent nick

We go together like Morty and Rick

One million bars, better take your pick

I got poorly, 'cause the bars are sick

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

(Greg, why are you different from the rest?)

Well, we're different like chalk and cheese

Like pork and beef, like bought and leased

We are different like New York and Greece

Like stalks and weed, like horse and sheep (yeah, yeah)

It's kinda like snort and sneeze

Sweetcorn and peas, snowboard and skis

We're not the same like shorts and jeans

Like fours and threes, like war and peace (alright)

I'm trying to say I'm good, you're bad

So suck your dad, are you fucking mad?

I jump on the track, say something daft

Then I probably make another hundred bags

Yeah, this beat's rags

We go together like lighter and fags

Window K and Toddla T

And we just went back-to-back on a track

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars

Rambling, ra-rambling bars