Lyrics Interior - JD. Reid, 808INK, Oscar #Worldpeace

Interior

Rage in my mind, can’t climb out
Dog in the cage, been a slave for a while now
Living like Mowgli, had some oldie
Now I feel lonely
(Oscar #worldpeace):
Tiny to time out
If they ever knew the deep hole that we climbed out
Good youts would’ve never known how to find out
Mind out, goons on the job that’ll ride out
Tryna make us sell our tunes, gotta fly now
(slowthai):
I understand but can’t follow that
It gets me mad, I wanna jab them into Wonderland
Oscar, we can’t stop on job, hop, make dosh
Performin' prayers on the motherland
(Oscar #worldpeace):
Understand, gotta make M’s, not a couple grand
Fake niggas, I only see 'em like a hologram
Take time out from the shit, they’re tryna cover man
All this shit’s tryna bother man, and
(808INK):
I’ve got my best don
Swear they’re ready for the next one
Ayo Os', «Let me hit him with your Tech don»
A little bait but I’m nothin' to be flexed on, wait-wait
I’m on that if you flex wrong, bitch I’ve been
Peepin' and scorin' the best ones, sick I be
Clappin' and baggin' the next, oh shit
Sit it down boy, I’m 'bout to take legs off
To whip this shit, flick this pic
Wait there, I might slow it down for a bit
(slowthai):
Dismissive English kids
No change man, I climbed out the abyss
(Oscar #worldpeace):
Move instinctive and I’m in this bitch
Chains out but I’m rappin' like a Christmas gift
(808INK):
And I’ve been this lit
Man I burn out whips
, die quick, come we burn down spliffs
Hook (808INK):
Lookin' at interior
Starin' at exterior
Think they’re past inferior
Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier
Preachin', not a seminar
All got advice but when you get it dog
All I hear etcetera
Had to backhand like Federer
Uh, lookin' at the interior
Uh, starin' at the exterior
Uh, think they’re past inferior
Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier
Uh, preachin', not a seminar
All got advice but when you get it dog
Uh, all I hear is etcetera
Had to backhand like Federer
(Oscar #worldpeace):
Got my mind on the job
Feds got their hands on the cosh
Opps wanna take what I got
What’s the time on the clock?
I already am what they’re not
Tryna see me down in the rots
Say you’re down but you’re not
Got fam deep in a knot
Looking at me for a shot
Give me hate, give me love
But show me what’s mine
Talkin' bout dough
But you never wanna grind
(slowthai):
Job on my mind, I ain’t ever got time
Feds on my buzz, tryna watch me online
Pepper spray eyes, blue chat on cam
Walk down the street, you antagonise man
Fraternise, chat a bag of lies, coward-like
gettin' televised, never white eyes, too energised
Catcher in the Rye, bust your melon type
Buried in the woods, mother would be mortified
(Oscar #worldpeace):
Heart, bad to the linin'
You man are air like wind for the chime ting
take a likin' straight
Domino effect, I make it fall on the plate
With somethin', I got juice for the car
I’m too much, that’s
Straight thug, straight proof that I’m on
From 'Don to we’ll be bruisin' it up
(808INK):
Liccle man, yeah I run this shit
Watch me pull up in a 206
No chain yet I still get chicks
No game but she still get whipped
Uh, she love my style
She love the way my bank account tips all over the gaffer
Uh, yeah she call me the gaffer
Uh, watch me squeeze and brash, uh
Hook (808INK):
Lookin' at interior
Starin' at exterior
Think they’re past inferior
Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier
Preachin', not a seminar
All got advice but when you get it dog
All I hear etcetera
Had to backhand like Federer
Uh, lookin' at the interior
Uh, starin' at the exterior
Uh, think they’re past inferior
Chew the pussy up, uh, terrier
Uh, preachin', not a seminar
All got advice but when you get it dog
Uh, all I hear is etcetera
Had to backhand like Federer