Indie Anna

[Verse 1 - Chester P]
We used to throw coins two heads three tails
Street life, me and all the kids are into retail
Brown, white, stones, ice, I was into weed sale
This is just the way it is, and these are minor details
(Fuck life)
Fuck it like a hooker in a police cell
And walk a crooked path until ya know your blistered feet smell
(Damn right)
Talking like you're givin' it the herpes
And while you're busy fuckin' it, ya find out where the purse be's
Then ya look around for suttin' new
And see the governors that govеrn us are busy fucking you
This fuckin' life's hell, it's morе than just a light spell
And anyone who feels the same can raise a fucking light well
I might sell, cannabis, sativa, a la hydro
Piff smoke, truly a believer in the nitro (booster!)
Make you sit and question where the night goes
'Cus life's slow and I can out twist any cyclones
So if ya have some marijuana I advise ya
Save a pipe for Mr. Krueger when ya drive home
My fuckin' thoughts are so deep I need a lifeboat lately
You're fuckin' with a tightrope baby!

[Hook]
Ching ching
Now all the kids are into retail
This is just the way it is and these are minor details
Piff smoke, truly a believer in the nitro
You're fuckin' with a tightrope baby

Ching ching
Now all the kids are into retail
This is just the way it is and these are minor details
Piff smoke, truly a believer in the nitro (skanking!)

[Verse 2 - Farma G]
We used to knock down ginger at a loose end
Night time slyly gettin' high with a couple friends
Kids are funny when they're selling you a one gram
Dusty bag of weed with more front than a fat man (I stand!)
Witness to the lack of common sense
That if your product isn't good
They only make a couple pound and pence (skanking!)
Now all the kids are into retail
Totally divided in their efforts for the resale (ching ching)
And if you wanna hold a corner down
And form a fucking super group of Jack White and Bobby Brown
With every single breath stressed deep inside your chest
Tryna love a cheating likkle bitch called Elizabeth
I used to smoke the wacky baccy 'til it turned me mad
And every single pound I had was spent on purchasing a bag (Why that?)
But if you have some Jacky Dacky you can pour me couple shots
And we can drink until we're happy (right?)
So 'til you meet about the highest grade
And boast about how great the bloody taste was of this fucking buzz
And next time you're feeling crazy better mind
'Cus you could end up like a crackhead baby!

[Hook]
Ching ching
Now all the kids are into retail
This is just the way it is and these are minor details
Piff smoke, truly a believer in the nitro
You're fuckin' with a tightrope baby

Ching ching
Now all the kids are into retail
This is just the way it is and these are minor details
Piff smoke, truly a believer in the nitro (skanking!)