| Woah-woah-woah-woah-woah. | 
| Yeah… Skeptik | 
| Yeah, my niggas, my niggas, they just wanna see me make it | 
| I’ve got a chance and they wanna see me take it | 
| My bitch, my bitch wants me to see her in her new outfit but shit, | 
| I just wanna see her naked | 
| Hoes wanna holler me on Facebook, when they saw my page and it’s 'Sorry miss, | 
| I’m taken' | 
| There’s only so many times I can get God’s busy tone before I start hollering | 
| at Satan | 
| And my team, my team think I’ve gone without 'em | 
| I can see them right there, opposite, adjacent | 
| One of thousands aiming for the stars but there’s not enough space like a | 
| rocket in a basement | 
| I ain’t cocky, I’m complacent | 
| No wait, I’m amazing, I’m on another wavelength | 
| I asked myself what I thought of the new EP, bruv honestly you raped it | 
| I dropped out of college in the first year so I’ve either gotta win the lottery | 
| or make it | 
| And they say that the train journey will take half the time if you don’t stop | 
| at every station | 
| But my destination is proper domination of Earth, I ain’t stopping at the nation | 
| The world is my campus, to learn you must have lived | 
| And I just. | 
| Take a puff then pass it, let’s keep the zooty moving | 
| Put the kettle on would you darling, I feel a brew is brewing | 
| 'Cause we some college dropouts living just like we’re uni students | 
| Travel the universe on that la-la-la-la-la-la… | 
| To every girl I drove crazy, please don’t hate me | 
| Blame it on this haze, got me so hazy | 
| Blame it on this cocaine, got me cocainy | 
| I’m so wavy, fuck you, you don’t pay me | 
| Don’t rate me | 
| I’ve spent a lot of time on my own lately | 
| Praying I don’t go astray and I get home safely | 
| As I go straight wherever the road takes me | 
| And if I need more paper when I’m done for | 
| I’ll chop my tree down and climb up doors | 
| 'Cause even when you’re winning, you can wind up poor | 
| Thinking 'Fuck me, this ain’t what I signed up for' | 
| Shit, where’s all your groupies gone? | 
| Where’s all your gold and your rupees gone? | 
| Fuck you gonna do with them new Vuittons | 
| Where’s your producer gone? | 
| You need a new hit song | 
| I’m just out here tryna avoid sober | 
| You thought you was the boy 'til the boy showed up | 
| My life’s a BBC 1 doc', complete with David Attenborough voiceover | 
| A very rare, very-very rare way | 
| Cherry airwaves, you can smell them in the air | 
| you can call me | 
| It’s our year every year, yeah | 
| Take a puff then pass it, let’s keep the zooty moving | 
| Put the kettle on would you darling, I feel a brew is brewing | 
| 'Cause we some college dropouts living just like we’re uni students | 
| Travel the universe on that la-la-la-la-la-la… | 
| Yeah, the gaff needs tidying | 
| But we’re gonna play Fifa, fivers in | 
| Get high again, yeah we smoke that (La-la-la-la-la-la…) | 
| Yeah we smoke that | 
| What you studying? | 
| I’m studying the universe | 
| I do the hook, have a break, do the verse | 
| Then I do the burst (La-la-la-la-la-la…) | 
| Take a puff then pass it, let’s keep the zooty moving | 
| Put the kettle on would you darling, I feel a brew is brewing | 
| 'Cause we some college dropouts living just like we’re uni students | 
| Travel the universe on that la-la-la-la-la-la… | 
| You alright over there? | 
| Puffing the zoots there. | 
| Do you wanna pass that maybe? |