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I guess myself's all I'm qualified to chat about Sorry guys I've apologised, happy now? March with a blabber mouth far from the maddened crowd Have to bounce, I've got hatchets to batten down Stanzas to rap aloud "Oi Baxter you're backing out" Standard, got a lot of madness to splash around I'm just tryna make a man named Alan proud Damn straight rights cos the jam tastes brasser now So I spat it out whippin up a fresh batch Pick it up and spread that, ripping up your vestax Pull up the tune, pull up a pew, pull up the roots of all that you couldn't consume, I could list all I cared about in my life to date on the back of a stamp with room left for a smiley face, no time to waste, these high rise blocks got skies to scrape, and these bright-eyed moths got lights to chase, I'm wide awake where are you? staring at your pair of shoes scared that you barely moved, well I'm there for you, cos Im weary too, because living life the proper way is something that I rarely do, I aint half the man that I used to be, truthfully, but I'ma grow a newer breed mutant where the wounds should be, they say I aint changed a bit but thats news to me, thats news to me