Mad About Bars - S6-E5

Check, check
Devlin, listen

I don't care who you think's going hard
This here is Mad About Bars
Don't like my bars, then you're mad
Just talking out of your

Stevie, L to the iron
The devil's in me, can't see then you're lying
Just won't stop when I'm running amok
Like olive oil in a pot, you'll know that I'm frying

When I keep getting under my feet
Last thing that you'll see is the soul of a giant

When I step, then villages, towns and cities
Get left in flames and the fires
One hand on a python's neck
Squeeze 'til the snake sees life and death
At the same time for one sec
Heard through the grapevine that I'm spent
You might wanna take time to invent more lies
And I'll take mine to do Dev's

You couldn't aim this high with a rifle of meth
Get whipped with the belt of Orion, who's next?
Military jet, flying on set
High when I sharp on a vinyl's edge
Insert these rhymes right into your head

Birthing thoughts that will fill you with dread
Feel so tall the world looks small
Think my toes are hanging over the edge
Flick up the moon then kick it to Zeus
One two to get back down on my chest
Come through like a mad man, I'm possessed

Cold like I live in Lapland in a vest
Teaching man, I don't sit exams
There's no need to when I keep standing the test

A star any day I bar
I hit rhythms hard and get right on the sesh

Play hard, piss up artists
No music heart, it's just here for the heck

And I see through matter, what matters?
Not much, I don't think me and purpose met
And I ain't never felt that balanced
I feel unbalanced, I thrive in turbulence, yes

Tyson's hand in my luggage
The punch that I'm packing will hurt you, I bet

Sickening words from the stomach
Spewing them up until it hurts and I'll retch
Oh my, what is life?
I've shone like an angel in heavenly light
And dance in the dark with the devil at night
And done some wrongs that will never be right
And done some rights that will never be wrong
Climbing the Shard, the white King Kong
Is back so there ain't no time to relax
Level this gaff like a nuclear bomb

With the bars, it's a wrap, man I've got it

I've scared more men than a thought of a naked
Gemma Collins or a Dev Shahoreh

Fuck you, your pets and old Doris
Life's not fair where I come from, got it?
Feel upset every day if I'm honest
That's life, gotta man up, quit sobbing
We all end up in a coffin anyway
All I can do is pray for a better day

Though the gods will ignore me anyway
I'm just one more lost soul led astray
'Til I stand no more but levitate
Over you all, smoking a go
Freestyling better than shit that you wrote
Raising a glass, just me and my ghost
That's all I ever had here anyway

If you sold me a dream and stole it back
Then there's things you can never say
Like Dev's ain't been from the scene

Seen 'em come but most of 'em never stay
Me, I'm like OJ's glove, too tight
When I'm on in the game, I'm a heavyweight
And you ain't gotta show me love
But show me something 'fore I put the pen away
I might make eyes for the blind
My last album, I can't decide
I'm tired of trying to leave people inspired
To only ever get brushed to the side

I'll just make guitar songs with
Jimmy Sharp and Louis White

Oh who am I kidding? I'll still be spitting
'Til stars implode and there ain't no light

If you're mad about bars
You're an alcoholic
Or a fan of my art
Like an attendee at the Tate Modern
If you're mad about bars
You're a psycho drug dealer
Save me a bag of that weed
And I'll have it off you next time that I see you