Dumb It Down Illy

[Intro:]
Taku
B-itch
Uh-huh, yeah
Glasses up, yeah
Taku beats

[Hook:]
Get another round and light ‘em up from now ‘til we passing out
Get another round, [?] dumb it-dumb it down-down
My people, I got you now
Are you with me? Yeah, we got you now, Illy
Well, get your glass up, paint the town
And get your drink on, we can dumb it down

[Verse 1:]
Off tap, upsetting the birds
Avoiding the bouncers for getting my words
For getting my fly, spilling shit on my shirt
Couldn’t give less of a fuck, for what it’s worth
I’m a BB Swiller, D-Floor killer
Shit’s so beast, real seesaw tilt
I’ve got moves man, the method in the hips
Like a cross of Mike Jackson and an epileptic fit
I bend it like Beckham, free kick
Light ‘em up [?] for her high [?]
[?] through the bird’s eye twist
Worked Monday, looking like stir fry sh-
Mate, maybe it’s time to pump a break
Splash a little cold water on the face we assessed but hey
Who we kidding? A seven day space
We’re right back at it again, and we’ll be yelling out: