[Verse 1: Wallace Rice] I’m digging every day to find these lyrics Living everyday like it won’t finish Look what wishful thinking did for Quinton Fuck too many bitches need a clinic Ima’ up and leave before she's finished Ima’ push my face in something different A lazy wave good bye to all you haters I’ll save the middle finger for your misses [Chorus 1: Wallace Rice] Two minutes till I fly away I’ve been strutting round’ this place like I own it Fucking chip on my shoulder boulder big enough to make us hide away Lately I’ve been thinking who the fuck I even think I am Oh, baby girl I’m living like I wished when I was teenie Look in the mirror who do I think I am Rockstar babe That’s what I think I am [Verse 2: Dream McLean] Yeah I probably got a bit of an issue I just blew a bloody blizzard on a bit of some tissue I just got a WhatsApp like I really really miss you Just cause I barebacked it doesn't mean that we’re official babe I thought you knew me better than that This is that smoking area local celebrity rap, stop, stop, stop You’re gassing me up, you’re getting me gassed Don’t ever light a cigarette around me [Chorus 2: Wallace Rice] Two minutes till I fly away I’ve been strutting round’ this place like I own it Fucking chip on my shoulder boulder big enough to make us hide away Lately I’ve been thinking who the fuck I even think I am Oh, baby girl I’m living like I wished when I was teenie Look in the mirror who do I think I am Rockstar babe That’s what I think I am [Verse 3: Alex Osiris] Who the fuck do I think I am Mum would go nuts if she clocked me now Walking round this girl’s house doing packet off her tits demanding sex with my cock in hand Now her boyfriend’s back wanna knock me out A piss taker yeah I probly’ am Always been told I should watch my mouth Instead I watch videos of me wocking out I'm a monster man Who wants it now Done too much drugs need a doctor out I feel suttin’ right now n it's not the ground In a state looking wasted I wander round Ayyyyy Ahhh I'm just rocking out Back stage with the rider in gone for now Tellign me to calm down ah drop me out U wanna chill I got pills let's pop um now [Chorus 2: Wallace Rice] Two minutes till I fly away I’ve been strutting round’ this place like I own it Fucking chip on my shoulder boulder big enough to make us hide away Lately I’ve been thinking who the fuck I even think I am Oh, baby girl I’m living like I wished when I was teenie Look in the mirror who do I think I am Rockstar babe That’s what I think I am

[Verse 1: Wallace Rice] Ay look candle lights dinners alone me on my own Beautiful night to leave you at home Oh, what a life we used to live when we had nothing but groans And love was mothers medicine she put a bit on bowl Sprinkled lemon in I recollect When I weren't grown the world was innocent A little shy African boy tryna’ settle in They letting him, oh look Mumma they sweating him I’m guessing that a black Jesus was deemed offensive Eccentric yeah, yeah fucking eccentric Who guessed it who would’ve know Mumma who guessed it I’m settling one flow or one sentence And these niggas tryna’ revolve from where their heads been I sensed it I don't rap nigga I says shit So if I said it then I probably meant it So fuck you and all of that censorship And all these fake bitches coming round here looking for friendship I’m tryna push the whole of my ends in So it’s me them till the end its [Chorus 1: Wallace Rice] This beautiful life will be death its This beautiful life will be the death of me Oh Oh what a beautiful night to meet my death its What a beautiful night will you remember me [Verse 2: Alex Osiris] Walking solo with my son on my shoulders Spring in my step feeling blessed man I must of been chosen I see rest in the distance na’ they ain't stressing me listen this effortless still impressive Na don't press me I'm different Yeah Mumma raised a smart one Take what you need and then you work for the rest greed or failure it can't run So, I got my bars up Knock me down I'm coming back karma This is armor hardened bastard from the drama But now I'm tryna’ Eat good Sleep good Write good Smoke good Fuck good Be good and above all be a father but I'm good at that already ah Ya fuck with him it's deadly bruv Will end up in messy one Me and Mandem get at ya Get me bruv But I don't wanna talk no war Not on a night like this Pour me a red wine while a light my spliff This is high life and I like this Like I like women not bitches that are like minded I'm feeling out of this world I'm on sci fi tip I'm just tryna’ spread love same time as ya wife's thighs hit Two birds with one rolling stone call me mick with this Shit I give you shelter from the cold Follow me I'm coming home [Chorus 2: Wallace Rice] This beautiful life will be death its This beautiful life will be the death of me Oh Oh what a beautiful night to meet my death its What a beautiful night will you remember me [Verse 3: Dream McLean] Look I ain’t out for presidents to represent me Paper with the face of the queen on The plate I eat from is never empty Never tempt me I'm weak to it This shit is feeling like theme music This shit is feeling like home When do we move in? Are we moving Ain’t the destination it’s the journey that leads to it All the bullshit I've been through it So, all your bullshit I see through it Yeah, so while you're trying to get the watch with the bezel I’m trying to go beyond my potential I've got to I'm meant to either that or I've got to be mental Rock and and a hard place heart the same colour as the pot and the kettle Niggas are not on a level So, I’m not done I'm not going to settle man It’s all or fuck all Until it falls to rubble Like I’m sorry for all your trouble I’m just trying to make memories Real friend’s fake enemies Never chase hoes never chase Hennessey If I take ten of these that could be the end of me Or I could take one of those like J Kennedy Assonate my character and bury me I’m still here on a melody I’m still here what you telling me [Chorus 3: Wallace Rice] This beautiful life will be death its This beautiful life will be the death of me Oh Oh what a beautiful night to meet my death its What a beautiful night will you remember me

[Verse 1: Wallace Rice] Are you the good or the bad? Are you the bad or the ugly? Are you the voice that’s in my head? Telling me that you still want me And as I take another drag You drag me down just like a zombie Are you the watch on Satan’s hand? And as time passes you haunt me you haunt me [Chorus 1: Wallace Rice] We’ve both got nothing to lose I don't want nothing from you I bleed my blood just for you One stake one black heart one full moon [Verse 2: Dream McLean] Eeny meeny miny moe You got a nigga by the throat You never gonna let it go I can see it in your boat I know you've come for blood I know you've come for blood Whether you've got me wrong or got me right You've got me good Got me nice Got me now You got my cherries in the fucking vice I ain’t telling you I’m right I’m just saying I ain’t come here for a fight But I know you've come for blood I know you've come for blood [Chorus 2: Wallace Rice] We’ve both got nothing to lose I don't want nothing from you I bleed my blood just for you One stake one black heart one full moon We’ve both got nothing to lose I don't want nothing from you I bleed my blood just for you One stake one black heart one full moon [Verse 3: Alex Osiris] What you know about the dark and twisted People scream with pain that can be hard to listen Bits of glass are sticking in my heart Can see yaself’ reflecting leaves u with just one more question Do I do or die This is you n I This me n you Picture suicide Never see it through What's it mean to you? Just a piece of apple or forbidden fruit Someone tell me How to help me I don't wanna bite But don't wanna fight it You can give me struggle You can show me violence I ain't scared of nothing Bruva care for nothing fuck it Cuff me up n’ chuck the key The good the bad the ugly I'm wondering if one is me Or maybe all of them are you That keep cutting me deep [Chorus 3: Wallace Rice] We’ve both got nothing to lose I don't want nothing from you I bleed my blood just for you One stake one black heart one full moon We’ve both got nothing to lose I don't want nothing from you I bleed my blood just for you One stake one black heart one full moon

[Verse 1: Wallace Rice] A thousand guns a thousand un-cased rounds Just aiming at my heritage They told my people that my seed don't sprout, Wiped out like we was never there My grandpa told me son you best watch out These folks will take your everything He saw the branches off our tree fall down But old man I ain’t finished yet Papa weren't a preacher Mumma weren't no mother Teresa Said her old man was a teacher Still I found a way to mislead her Twelve years old with amnesia Twelve years on got amnesia I tend to forget sometimes (sometimes) Instead of regret more time (more time) Its been 3 days my dear Still ain’t built up the courage to see ya Pick up the phone like I’m worried you near Venture or vent sometimes And fear never gained your respect (I know) But this fear surely made pretend (or so) And it’s weird I don't love you less (my girl) Just the tears never made me regret Now they're clear guess your heart up for breaking again I heard a master was made by his whip And my father was made by a chimp Guest a bastard was based on events In a party with 8 of my kin folk Selling charlie to old friends I didn't know Why my people struggle for clean clothes And something to eat though A nigger gotta clean his sole Made me think though 16 years since I been home And every time you called I act busy on the phone Now I’m getting gods busy tone Fuck [Verse 2: Dream McLean] Nanna was an artist yeah Mumma was an artist yeah And they both turned teacher What did I learn though skipping all my classes I never paid attention yeah What a little bastard I never knew my Jamaican side Like like I wonder where that half is You could see it sports day A nigga was the fastest Running round the woods trying to find this tree that the apple ain’t meant to fall far from Fell farther from the roots to the branches yeah From the womb to the casket yeah For my unborn sister my unknown cousins You’re still in my heart its love like granddads macaroni And rest in peace to my grandad mac I know he Wouldn't recognise me if I walked by His Alzheimer’s probably wouldn't help either But I’ll see you one day Until then I let the song play Because i remember that one day one day My Mumma took me and my bro down south We lived in with some relatives My grandma said don't let me catch you out There mixing with degenerates My papa told me son you'll make me proud I’m joking he was never there I guess the branches of our tree fell down and landed on a nigga’s head But we ain’t finished yet [Verse 3: Alex Osiris] People need people that's clear But living in difference is fear They told my grandma shush little darling Innocent girl pure hearted Never meant harm but her father’s fathers Start Was from a land far from ours They're asking Questions mentions pressing for answers The Romany shows better mask it Don't tell them bout palms n’ the cards The bastards will think dark We know that it's harmless But they see it different And you know living in difference is fear So, Try keep ya distance You don't wanna bring trouble your way But if the sun shines bright outside its too nice Rose you ain't going school today Defiance in the bloodline Past down all the way till it touched mine Good and bad combined So lenient and bohemian alma Buena see through the deviants And keep moving I guess that's in the blood line too Yeah this gypsy boy ain’t never need no roof Just keep the sun on me Rose and I can't lose You are me I am you You are me I am you You are me I am you You are me I am you My grandma told if the sun shines out then boy u ain't staying in that bed And even if u see its rain and clouds my darlin then you'll be getting wet But now I never let myself slow down through this weather take on anything I guess the branches of our tree fell down and landed straight on top of my head but we ain’t finished yet

Wallace, Wallace, Wallace Yeah Wallace, Wallace, Wallace Yeah I’m I’m so I’m I’m so resourceful Make an 8 ball from a curve ball Turn a curve ball to a kilo Flip that bitch once call me Niño I’m a rude boy want a detail Holla email Wallace Rice at fuck me female I’m assuming that your he pal Is a weed sale and you probably wanna fuck me with now I’m so resourceful Turn your new girl to your ex girl Make your ex girl get in porn still Let me pile drive while she calls you Make a spaceship from a four wheel Fly myself into the orbit I’m a rude boy from everywhere yo don't ask where I’m from I went your school I’m so resourceful This one here this ain’t for you cuz This ain’t really ain’t for you blood Fuck out here you're starting bore me blood Fake little nigga's make me boil blood Waved in my kitchen playing royal blood All my nigga is loyal blood And your boys are unemployed mother was resourceful Came up from nothing shanty town awful Wallace went busting Sister went law school Brother went running in the street tryna eat and he came back formal Call that resourceful Own my own yard 24 is that normal Should be normal but niggas ain’t normal Quinton rampage hooks hitting awful Regime Regime yeah we're reforming Fuck is this boring Money is calling Regime Regime yeah were reforming Fuck is we doing all going according Regime Regime yeah, we're reforming And we go all in and we go all in Regime Regime yeah were reforming Shut the front door then shut the front door then shut the fucking front door then [Verse 2: Alex Osiris] Regime yeah we're back on the scene bruv Tell a friend to tell a friend to team up 25 now big man fully grown any yout tell me suck my mum you get beat up Don't come with that cold demeanor Bruv I got a five-year-old that looks meaner than you n’ him n everyone between ya Buzzing of that pill that you've done between ya dickhead Moflo all up in ya dome bro Say you move food but u don't though How much a penny weigh bruv I bet you don't know You ain't giving me grief you can gimme that phone though Oh no Ya stepping to a master in his dojo Ya wanna fuck with me then I'll fuck ya Mrs. send you a video in slow mo Why you moving like an enemy I know you ain't gonna do nuttin’ but threaten me ya bell end can you tell them it's a waste of his energy Little man with no chest ain't scaring me fuck off Tell him he's one of Many Irrelevant enemies please come on Regime been on these beats You seen couple retweets thinking ya deep You Talk street I talk me like d double I remember doing sets me n kas back to back 06 hours went by Even back then we were fully loaded with the bars zinger tower that time 14 underage in the venue sticking it on men to clash them on mic I been doing this for a minute bruv don't tell me about rapping I'm fine Grew up in shit creek awful is normal At 15 recording 8 man on a portar with 8 tracks call that resourceful Regime Regime rep to the death got it tatted on me normal Alex Osiboy making a right noise Said I couldn't do it so really it's your fault I make it look natural You make it look forceful stop stop stop stop [Verse 3: Dream McLean] Drip drip drip Drip might turn a housewife to a hoe Yo I’m so resourceful I might turn her walls to waterfalls Perform oral with a snorkel She like why so crude I didn't reply She like why so rude I’m like wait two new messages from you why no nudes Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah You know me do I know you I don’t think so But when I’m high I don’t think so I ain’t too good with names or good with faces I’m just evasive What’s the basis of conversation It seems I'm fucking wasted on you And I’m also fucking wasted And I’m also fucking resourceful I'm creative I use my imagination No mixer so I drink rum and i use cognac to chase it Regime Regime yeah we’re reforming Dunno why use lot have to say that your trying to do music Is it? I don’t even think no one hears it Me I’m so resourceful Thank you very much I made a career of it Living like I don’t fear a thing Yeah, it's him Drip taking everything I’m taking it all Nigga’s put years in Blood sweat n tears in No i never had a side parting and a border But I made 5 mix tapes on the porta Called up Had the whole team in Greenstead filming with grime daily on the corner Roll up Roll up Roll up Spliff in hand Used to play route for like fifty pounds Had a few scraps Got myself a ban Look at me now Got myself a band And we’re fucking having it Fuck off Monster Monster everything is ours Came up from the bottom Really you don’t know the half (you don’t know the half) you ain’t got the heart (heart) I’m just sitting in the dark in my yard singing Monster Monster everything is ours Came up from the bottom Really you don’t know the half (you don’t know the half) Nah you ain’t got the heart Monster everything is ours