Bar Wiley (Ft. D Double E & Scratchy)

[Chorus: Wiley]
I don't know why but I won't ever bar
Three times a week I go to a bar
I keep some money inside a gold bar
The bar was low, so I lift the bar
Anytime I got too much on, that's a par
Lime on top of shots at the bar
I know you weren't sure if I would go far
(Are you ready?)

[Verse 1: Wiley]
I told 'em I came from the everyday struggle
Now I'm living the life, I'm like, "Drink, dance, bubbles"
It's a paigon free zone, stay in the G zone
When you was on two-tone, I was on three-tone
I don't wanna war every time 'cause I'm better than that
Giving it scenes when I step on the track
Lost my real spark, now you see me getting it back
I must admit, I feel ready, no more setting me back
I got the fire for ya
22s, 23s, got the tyres for ya (Tyres)
Sick riddims, spin 'em round like alloys
Now you hear my riddims flyin' through your Macs and your tannoys
Now you hear my lyrics fire through your Macs and your tannoys
I know where the paper is, I know where go-getters are
That's why you see me with my brothers on a better path
I've got better bars, I'm tech of bars, I'm sick of bars
I'm the king of bars