Lyrics Formless - Dabbla, sumgii

Formless

If you can’t join 'em, beat 'em
Put them on a plate and eat 'em
No sugar coating, no sweetener
Peek how I control alt delete them
Sitting in the back of the auditorium
Wipe the whole theatre floor with them
Yeah it’s happening again, I’m bored of them
You man are killing me, I’m born again
All I ever tried to do was stay shapeless
Introduce the new flavours
Now it’s had a few straighteners
Let’s talk shit and annoy the new neighbours
Boy, what the fuck you know about patience?
Fuck you know about greatness?
All they do is stay tasteless
While everything become weightless
Look, man are shapeless, formless
No edges, boundaries or borders
Got ‘em staring at us all gormless
Can’t outdo or outperform us
Why man are shapeless, formless
Work the gold and hold corners
Can smell the sharks in these waters
You man ain’t fit to bark orders
Never
I was just carving a lane
Tryna unsharpen the pain
Hard as it is, there’s another part of the brain
That’s tryna turn a spark to a flame
Let me start again
Out here levelling the land
Member when I never had a plan
Developing a brand
Fuck that, they don’t understand
Now I’m getting shelly in Milan
Get it while you can
Go on girl, get it while you can
Tell ‘em that he did cos he could
Promises are good
Should’ve had the money in the hand
Something that I’ve never understood
Mad but he said he ain’t
Yeah I bet he ain’t
He keep talking but it doesn’t resonate
So I gave the whole boardroom a bellyache
Celebrate, fall down seven times, get up eight
How man are shapeless, formless
No edges, boundaries or borders
Got ‘em staring at us all gormless
Can’t outdo or outperform us
Why man are shapeless, formless
Work the gold and hold corners
Can smell the sharks in these waters
You man ain’t fit to bark orders
Shut up
Could’ve been a better way to put it
But I said it how I see
And I ain’t gon' apologise
Talking 'bout money yeah it’s funny
When you reach god level how the devil wanna monetise
Who the hell am I to tell ‘em otherwise?
Ain’t hopping on that wave like them other guys
See ‘em bowling about, chest out
Rocking all that metal in the mouth like it qualifies
You’re a fanny in disguise
That’s a lot of lies
See you in your videos with a lot of guys
Bruv, you ain’t got the brains to philosophise
Bitch, you ain’t got the balls to monopolise
You will never see the dots on them bottom lines
Everything the boy touch supermodifies
You’re mistaking the shits for the butterflies
One false move, everybody dies