Pipe Lines

(verse 1)
Its that year of '92 vintage, made in hues image
Loosely arranged in like, 2 minutes
I ain't the type to write gassed hollow raps
And start posing with a lacky band
Of cash back from Matalan
My grand plans basically ascension
Do this for the lift i get, not for the attention
Or to be the baddest whip driving
Spliff lighting, bitch wifing player
Compensating for they lack of inner layers
The truth is i ain't sure about myself either
If i told you something that could be BS believe it
Me i mean it, team of green away kits
I don't pinch myself
I check the balance in my bank
To see if i'm awake yet
Going round like a tape deck
Waiting for the next disposable pay check
Some say its aimless
If its all the same to you
I just blame the way it ain't true

(chorus)
I waste time like i'm diving at the match
Clawing at the door to success trying to slide the latch
I waste time like i'm diving at the match
Clawing at the door to success trying to slide the latch

(verse 2)
Friend of hades, chase ladies and stay lazy
Till the day hating everything pays me
Its amazing what you find
If you keep blazing with your poorly mind
And stick to it like a porcupine
On duck tape, i dont give a fuck mate
Im bored of towing lines its snowing white
Whole worlds going blind
Photosynthesising silence to food for thought
While you're dissing migrants
And chewing news on sport
I move like the homie crew the cruiser
While you're spunking money in your local boozer
Twos me on that zuckta im hooked up
You'd rather ask Jeeves the answer
Than look the book up
Staring at your faceless device
You ask Siri rather than your fam for advice
Judge a man by his price, or facebook likes
Swear down, i dont relate to you types

(chorus)
I waste time like i'm diving at the match
Clawing at the door to success trying to slide the latch
I waste time like i'm diving at the match
Clawing at the door to success trying to slide the latch