Drug Dealer - slowthai

This-that Kanye West shit, blud, turn you crazy

(Yeah) Nothing great about fucking Britain

Futuristic platinum five times, bitch!

Crack dealer, phone passed around, like ambika

Shotgun shells turn your face, pizza

Never shot guns, just a drug dealer, huh?

Just a drug dealer, got one song, it’s called «Drug Dealer»

Nothing to say but, drug dealer

You’re mediocre, like Kate and Peter

When I show you up, fisticuffs, sell you short

Pump you full of my angel 'till your lungs go pop and your skin turns blue

Impossible, kill an obstacle and make it possible, 'cause it’s what I do

Teacher said, «What you gonna be, when you’re older?»

«Drug dealer!», what else can I do?

Businessman, I know, I’m business, man

Minding my business, got business plans

Your foundations been built on sand

Sinkin' sand, now you’re sinkin', man

Your chick, she was linkin', man

Before she linked you, she had things in hand

Call her your princess, man, but her only interest is linkin', man

I don’t care what you think of, man, sold crack for a living, just how I’m

livin'

'Cause' she sway, then I don’t make a difference

I’m OT safe, you don’t know me;

safe

Nothing great about Britain is and it isn’t

Rockport jeans, patterned memories

Same situation, the boy was given, yeah, the boy was given

Crack dealer, phone passed around, like Ambika

Shotgun shells turn your face, pizza

Never shot guns, just a drug dealer, huh?

Just a drug dealer, got one song, it’s called «Drug Dealer»

Nothing to say but, drug dealer

You’re mediocre, like Kate and Peter

Crack dealer, phone passed around, like Ambika

Shotgun shells turn your face, pizza

Never shot guns, just a drug dealer, huh?

Just a drug dealer, got one song, it’s called «Drug Dealer»

Nothing to say, but drug dealer

You’re mediocre, like Kate and Peter

Flying saucers turned cocaine

Battered fish to oysters, all upgrade

Council housed and violent, what we’re gonna do today?

I was running from in trident, 'cause it’s always the same

Didn’t do no— (Never!), always get the blame

Lower class, but my class is so fucking flames (Flames)

Angry?

Nah, I can’t con-tain

Fucking punched the wall, 'till my fucking (Ahhh!)

Knuckles break, feel dumb, 'cause I’m feelin' pain

Travelled the country, hundreds of trains

Hundreds of lanes, hundreds of lanes

Hundreds of people that all act the same

Think to myself something’s gotta change

Think to myself something’s gotta change

Think to myself some things can’t change

Think to myself something’s gotta change

Think to myself something’s gotta budge

Think to myself something’s gotta go

Trust in slow he’s the chosen one

Think to myself something’s gotta go

Think to myself some things can’t change

Think to myself something’s gotta change

Think to mysel—, eh (Yeah)

Fuck it, man (slowthai, man)

Hahaha, fuck it!

(slowthai, man)

Give a fuck about the last fucking chorus

Some time mine

We’re gonna make a difference in this shit, man

Seriously man, this your future self-talking, man

Crack dealer, phone passed around, like Ambika

Shotgun shells turn your face, pizza

Never shot guns, just a drug dealer, huh?

Just a drug dealer, got one song, it’s called «Drug Dealer»

Nothing to say, but drug dealer

You’re mediocre, like Kate and Peter

(Laughter)