Mad Times

Bugging out
You've got me bugging, fam
Only step out the function in a mask
I swerved that ride round the corner like I meant it
Don't try test my tempter, blud
You'll see blood
My foot on your face, in the mud
No clart, just diamonds in the dirt
Oh yes, we wavey
Horns up, rise up like a plague

Mad times, corpses stacking high
Mad times, corpses stacking high
These times be crazy, madness
Cut down corners, take some profits... Woah
Mad times, corpses stacking high
Mad times, corpses stacking high
Distance my mind from the past, dun learnt those lessons
Cut down mountains... Woah

Mix some Mary with the Lucy, know I'm lucid now
(You know I'm lucid)
Third eye open, don't you misconstrue or mis-interpret, nah
Slaughter up the beat and get all wavey while I do it
There's a problem, might have caused it
Something's found, I might have lost it

Bugging out
You've got me bugging, fam
Only step out the function in a mask
I swerved that ride round the corner like I meant it
Don't try test my tempter, blud
You'll see blood
My foot on your face, in the mud
No clart, just diamonds in the dirt
Oh yes, we wavey
Horns up, rise up like a plague

Mad times, mad times, mad times
Mad times, corpses piled high
Mad times, mad times, mad times
Mad times, rise up like a plague

Oh yeah, we rise up like a plague
If there's a problem, might have caused
Somethings found, I might have lost it
Bugging out
We got the corpses piling high
Oh yeah, we rise up like a plague
I think your bugging fam
I think your

Eh, go grab the spade
We in the graveyard, digging graves
We found a problem, but we solved it
Something's lost, they'll never find it
See, the distance from the darkness to the surface of the dirt
I dug down 66 feet deep about 6 footsteps from the hearse
Eh, Eh
Go grab a spade
We in the graveyard, digging graves
We found a problem, but we solved it
Something's lost, they'll never find it
See, the distance from the darkness to the surface of the dirt
I dug down 66 feet deep about 6 footsteps from the hearse

Bugging out
You've got me bugging, fam
Only step out the function in a mask
I swerved that ride round the corner like I meant it
Don't try test my tempter, blud
You'll see blood
My foot on your face, in the mud
No clart, just diamonds in the dirt
Oh yes, we wavey
Horns up, rise up like a plague

Mad times, mad times, mad times
Mad times, corpses piled high
Mad times, mad times, mad times
Mad times, rise up like a plague