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