CAMOUFLAGE MONEY - Black Josh, Lee Scott, Sam Zircon

Bitch I’m spaced in your face but I’m miles away

Must have slipped, took a trip, lost time, found a day

Yey, acting mute unless there’s something foul to say

Tryna find a hypodermic needle in a pile of hay

Making shit happen whilst you stand around a play

What the fuck you on about?

Get your wallets out and pay cause

I don’t wanna end up bagging grams of beak lad

I’d rather sag and rap to eat sack

Your responsibility’s smoke the bud before it has a chance to steep

Dab the handkerchief in the chloroform now I’m fast asleep

After counting sheep for about a week

That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away

I’m only next door but I’m miles away

I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away

I hear ya talking but I’m miles away

I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away

I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away

My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick

My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit

I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit

My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit

Rolling J’s outside the shop with Silent Bob after signing on

That ghetto fabulous life you want

That scally with the trackies and the Nikes on

That give a fuck about the system life, that too much drugs in the system type

I’m a ringleader and I whip it right, whip it right, whip it right

On the block like Marky Mark, I’m a fucking Manc and I party hard

I popped a pill and she popped her bra, I’m just playing the field like the

Longest Yard

I’m too cool like Too Hotty, these goons think they’re the new Bobby

You caught a slap, you ain’t caught a body

You’re Tony Montana, I’m in school with a shotty

They put you on a pedestal and gonna take you off properly

Ya say you’re making money and I want a piece of your profit

I’m picking your pocket and nicking your wallet, your ciggies and chronic

See your five pounds down before I make change

That’s why I’m standing in your face but I’m miles away

I’m only next door but I’m miles away

I came home for dinner but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away

I hear ya talking but I’m miles away

I’m walking with ya but I’m miles away

I’m right here but I’m miles away, miles away, miles away

My ex is calling, these snitches talking and all I got is my dick

My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit

I can’t think about all this shit, nar I can’t think about all this shit

My pockets empty, my leccies gone, I can’t think about all this shit