Produced, Written and Mixed by Monster Florence
Mastered by Mike Bozzi
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Label: Project Melody
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Lyrics:


[Alex Osiris]
Mr Anti Social finding groupies look for new ones
If you ain't a loose bitch tryna do things taking pictures with the goose and looking to get juiced then baby you can do one
You and the dude you wit'
The one's you ditched you can get moved up
Bullet to the head to anybody tryna use us
See double-S E X is where I step you wanna do some
Who the fuck are you? uh, I don't really care though
I could lie to you, bruh, but I don't think it's fair though
So get to steppin'
Got 20 seconds, put down your hands and go check your bredrins
Cause I ain't one, this gonna end in a messing ending
Friend of a friend I ain't met ya
You're just an any beg friend
You're just an any beg friend
Cunt

[Chorus]
Issues in my head revolve like pistols in a west end
(down, down, laid down)
Spin down memory lane picking up things that made me pissed then
Bring 'em up again and tie ya mistress to her death bed
Missile for defences, a pistol for your best friend
(down, down, laid down)
You beg friend (beg friend, beg friend)
(down, down, laid down)
You beg friend (beg friend, beg friend)
(down, down)
I promise no one is safe
I don't trust nobody, no one is mate
I'm not just nobody so fucking wait
In my goldbar hoodie, gold fucking chain
You started war so we broke fucking chain
When we wanted job but nobody came
We had the [?]
My people will never forget what you say
Bitch no you heard it
I bang like cocaine
Two bunsen burners I bang like cocaine
You watch me burgle, I band like cocaine
And pin all my murders on Steven [?]
With a couple fucking learners doing gang signs in the way
You must suffer, you must hurt much more than mine did, okay?
If I stand tall or slur or forget what I say
It's only a matter of time before I grab mine and aim, hey

[Chorus]
Issues in my head revolve like pistols in a western
(down, down, laid down)
Spin down memory lane picking up things that made me pissed then
Bring 'em up again and tie ya mistress to her death bed
Missile for defences, a pistol for your best friend
(down, down, laid down)
You beg friend (beg friend, beg friend)
You beg friend (beg friend, beg friend)
(down, down)

[Dream Mclean]
(drip, drip, drip)
20 Mega Hertz, I ain't slacking on any verse
Ever since I learned how to rap with them clever words
Beg friend, red alert
Red alert
You're a bit of a cunt for lack of a better word
A bit of a cunt for lack of a better personality, I guess
I know you feel that panic in your chest
Cah' it's anarchy when this shit drops
I might take the last bourbon out the biscuit box
I might send for his mum, I might diss his pops
Headbutting just to make the butt kissing stop
Like 'Whatever, mate, get out my face'
You fucking nuisance I don't want no new friends, move 'den
Begging like a beggar begging for change
But I don't want your tuppence or your two pence, two cents
Two twos, I'm just havin' two two drinks
So you can keep your YouTube link
Your new tunes shit
Safe

[Chorus]
Issues in my head revolve like pistols in a western
(down, down, laid down)
Spin down memory lane picking up things that made me pissed then
Bring 'em up again and tie ya mistress to her death bed
Missile for defences, a pistol for your best friend
(down, down, laid down)
You beg friend (beg friend, beg friend)
You beg friend (beg friend, beg friend)
(down, down)

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