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tryptamines Video (MV)




Performed By: banks diggy
Language: English
Length: 3:31
Written by: Robert Green




banks diggy - tryptamines Lyrics




Ayo who's nice?
Definitely me and I ain't gotta say it twice like Jimmy Two Times
"Get the papers, get the papers"
Rappers aren't real, they moonlight
For these crimes I better get some airtime on Newsnight

I'll take a trip to Greece
Tripping off the tryptamines
The chick I'm with a different league
More leg than a millipede

The game old school like Golden Axe
Going over heads nobody catch me like the Zodiac

Aw man I'm tryna murder something
Pen touch the pad of paper, sounds like burgers cooking

Just to break the ice
In this game of life
I am a god in a tracksuit like David Icke

I'm Alan Watts/Klashnekoff
When the album drops ima need props like Carrot Top

Something pink up in an orange tint bottle
And I'm probably eating olives with an olive skinned model

Damage to the frontal lobe, mental age, stunted growth
**********
And go and sip tea with my Mum at home
I'm cold like Russian snow
Skinny white boy, thick black chick, juxtaposed

Shorty a nineties baby dressed like she a Spice Girl
I don't need to read it on a blimp to know it's my world

Me and my boy move like Tony and Manny
Yola and Cali
I scoop the coke from a baggy

Don't wave at me
The blade, it stays handy
This ain't no gang violence just me and my mate Stanley

Cut through cartilage
Who's as hard as this?
Parked the whip, passenger seat, got head in it like Dahmer's fridge

Vain as f*ck, put me in a shallow grave
Retired at this early age like every days a Saturday
I'm tryna find myself a chick who looks like Sharon Tate
And give the cult following the same orders Manson gave

Catch a body and stay with it
*****************
All these rappers sound the same it's lame gimmicks
I'm insane with it
I quit smoking, this pipe up in my hands got gunpowder and nails in it

"Woah, say that again, that was profound"
"Woah, say that again, that was profound"
I'm insane with it
I quit smoking, this pipe up in my hands got gunpowder an nails in it
"I just dropped those words into space"
"I just-I just dropped those words into space"
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English

Ayo who's nice?
Definitely me and I ain't gotta say it twice like Jimmy Two Times
"Get the papers, get the papers"
Rappers aren't real, they moonlight
For these crimes I better get some airtime on Newsnight

I'll take a trip to Greece
Tripping off the tryptamines
The chick I'm with a different league
More leg than a millipede

The game old school like Golden Axe
Going over heads nobody catch me like the Zodiac

Aw man I'm tryna murder something
Pen touch the pad of paper, sounds like burgers cooking

Just to break the ice
In this game of life
I am a god in a tracksuit like David Icke

I'm Alan Watts/Klashnekoff
When the album drops ima need props like Carrot Top

Something pink up in an orange tint bottle
And I'm probably eating olives with an olive skinned model

Damage to the frontal lobe, mental age, stunted growth
**********
And go and sip tea with my Mum at home
I'm cold like Russian snow
Skinny white boy, thick black chick, juxtaposed

Shorty a nineties baby dressed like she a Spice Girl
I don't need to read it on a blimp to know it's my world

Me and my boy move like Tony and Manny
Yola and Cali
I scoop the coke from a baggy

Don't wave at me
The blade, it stays handy
This ain't no gang violence just me and my mate Stanley

Cut through cartilage
Who's as hard as this?
Parked the whip, passenger seat, got head in it like Dahmer's fridge

Vain as f*ck, put me in a shallow grave
Retired at this early age like every days a Saturday
I'm tryna find myself a chick who looks like Sharon Tate
And give the cult following the same orders Manson gave

Catch a body and stay with it
*****************
All these rappers sound the same it's lame gimmicks
I'm insane with it
I quit smoking, this pipe up in my hands got gunpowder and nails in it

"Woah, say that again, that was profound"
"Woah, say that again, that was profound"
I'm insane with it
I quit smoking, this pipe up in my hands got gunpowder an nails in it
"I just dropped those words into space"
"I just-I just dropped those words into space"
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Writer: Robert Green
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