What’s Offline Songer

[Chorus]
Dropped 'Unique', it was too sick
Dropped Bars 1, it was too sick
Blackbox #1, it was too sick
Blackbox #2, it was too sick
No more candles, too sick
Dropped times 2, it was too sick
"Blackbox #3 was a bit dead"
Don't chat shit, it was too sick

Please don't act up, stack your facts up
Fam you've lost your mind
Reading & Bournemouth, gassed at the drop
They've never seen drops like mine
I had to switch up, all of these artists
Who they've lost their time
Cos them man there only know how to look good
But don't care about What's Offline

[Verse]
I roll up to the rave with both hands looking like pistols
And I might just cop me a brand new watch
So both wrists looking like crystals
Lookin' like ice or lookin' like wealth
Don't watch me, bruv look at yourself
I don't smoke weed no more, no green no more
Because I had to look at my health
And I've been writing bare new songs
And my dreams looking realistic
And I done bare shit that bare man hate
But I know they're gonna feel this shit
This shit's hard and man's too wavy
Some man can't admit they rate me
'cause I don't do road & man's too cold
So I know they lowkey play me
Laughing aside, fam half of the time
You can catch myself with a lager and lime
I'll bar any guy, got stars in my eyes
Man's too sick set parties alight
Everythin' you do, I do larger
Kick back, with a six pack of a lager
I do what I look like
And yeah man I'm too cold
You're better than me nah
Fam not Uno
Better than me, nah fam you're crazy
Better than me, nah fam you're dumb
Better than me, nah don't be stupid
Hush your gums and suck your mum
Better than me, nah don't be stupid
Better than me, nah cuz' you're dumb
Better than me, nah don't be stupid
Hush your gums and suck your mum