Black No Sugar

Lyrics

[Intro] Still smokin' Still smokin' Still smokin' Still smo- [Verse 1] G-O-D, no Buddha Drink my caffeine-black, no sugar Spliff in the backseat, kickin' it back We breakin' barriers, their tracks don't look up Word to the wise, I Got my fingers in every pie Jack of all trades, so I'm sent to the sky Smashin' my brains till I'm gettin' it right Like, get your degree, go get a job Work up some debt, go sweat it off Burn in a den, handle a crop Learn from the rest, pander and watch Move like locust, lose my hope, I'm Sick of the posers, fuck your socials Got my face out the books, no focus Me? I'm a NO.ONE, crew all loners That's why we own it, no days off Ready to blow: propane bomb I ain't live at my home, my home's in a song No, I don't sleep, always on No, I don't crash, name on the map N-to-the-E-to-the hardly wack No, I don't slack, run down the track N-to-the-E-to-the I'll be back No, I don't crash; me? I glide Beats from scratch: D.I.Y Run up on track, feel like the guy Got 'em on smash, you know why Clones, they got 'em on follow (Follow) These flows are mine, not borrowed (Nah) Don't like their content, their souls are hollow (Yeah) Fuck today's problems, that's for tomorrow! [Chorus] Head up in space, I'm NASA One foot in the grave, bad luck If you want smoke, then come for my throat They want me to choke, that sucks Head up in space, I'm NASA One foot in the grave, bad luck If you want smoke, then come for my throat They want me to choke, that sucks Head up in space, I'm NASA One foot in the grave, bad luck If you want smoke, then come for my throat They want me to choke, that sucks Head up in space, I'm NASA One foot in the grave, bad luck If you want smoke, then come for my throat They want me to choke, that sucks [Post-Chorus] Quit smokin' Still smokin' Quit smokin' Still smokin' Quit smokin' Still smokin' Quit smokin' Still smokin' [Verse 2] D.O.N, no godfather Want caffeine and a spliff, no lager Won't do it if it don't make me smarter N-E-R-V-E, I'm a master N-E-R-V-E, I'm a dunce If I fucked up, only gotta tell me once Learn from that, now it's done Lit up a bat, now it's bun Lit up a track, now it's gold Worth my weight in the shit till I'm old (Yeah) Birthplace: Melbourne, now I'm up coast I like the weather, sunny, I s'pose I guess I need more Vitamin D They pop-pop pills like Vitamins E Test my brain, won't ever get F 'Cause I'm on point, never miss a drop like a G On point, never miss a drop like a DJ Pop-off spots where the song get a replay Make ten beats for a week straight Then kick back and I'm Chong-in' for three days I should go get a wife Work nine-till-five till I hate my life Stare at a screen, answer a phone Wish that I wasn't, wanna go home (Wanna go home) Wanna go travel Get paid to flip the words, and that's Scrabble Son, I do this shit, I don't dabble Them lads trapped in a herd like cattle Them lads trapped in a vice, that's life Me? I got stuck in my mind on a hype N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E Drop one tune, then I come back with five [Chorus] Head up in space, I'm NASA One foot in the grave, bad luck If you want smoke, then come for my throat They want me to choke, that sucks Head up in space, I'm NASA One foot in the grave, bad luck If you want smoke, then come for my throat They want me to choke, that sucks Head up in space, I'm NASA One foot in the grave, bad luck If you want smoke, then come for my throat They want me to choke, that sucks Head up in space, I'm NASA One foot in the grave, bad luck If you want smoke, then come for my throat They want me to choke, that sucks