Here I Am (feat. Fletch)

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Breens & Con Artist

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They call Breens the ever-relevant lyricist
The heathen revisionist, the celibate bigamist
Never pull on the trigger shit, nah I'm on the bigger shit
They're screaming my name, while I keep on billing it
Cause I tell em man, there's no fuckin with my bigger plan
In the streets scaring Tories with the antifa clan
They say I'm on one, I say you're no don
I dream of choking Boris Johnson while downing a cold one
I smoke green, just to maintain my game
I'm running the race, while all your horses are lame
If I talk pure shit and act like the prick
It's what you should expect from the head so slick
Never been in the nick, only ever just visiting
But life's a fix, so's the system that we're living in
Now if I get judged once more for being a smoker
I'm burning down society and going full Joker
The bald man with the sheen
Always looking bare lean
Smoke an ounce like a fiend
Yes the same sorta prick that I always fuckin said I'd be
Ain't earning shit but I still spit crisp
Life's pressure on my shoulder left me with a slipped disc
Session till I'm older, tripping, having six fits
Devil on my shoulder leaves angels with split lips
Devil on my shoulder spikes me while I sit pissed
Now I'm bouncing off the walls with the aura of six kids
With ADHD, sugar rush, and a big shiv
Crazy eyes, racing high, fully twisted
I come down but still lean up
Already fiending for the re-up
My life's wavy never clean cut
I sell my soul for the clean buck
And spend it on the sesh again
I'm looking like I've taken meth again
But sill crisp with a zed of peng
Boy, I'm Hellbound but I'm Heaven sent
Heart lodged in my throat
Beak lodged in my nose
Tipping over your boat
Cause I'm fully aware that you ain't packing no float, no
Breens was like "Yo ay, have you got a verse for me?"
And I was like "Rah yeah, anything for you my G"
So then I took some words and mixed 'em up
And flipped 'em round and cast 'em out like it was sorcery
Man, I'm Harry Potter on this flow ting
This one's got me floating and I ain't talking Nimbus
Wingardium leviosa
Put you in a rizla and smoke ya if you ever try to diss us
So smoke 'em if ya got em
If your jar's full, smoke it to the bottom
I'll be smoking til my lungs feel rotten
Man I'll probably still be grottin when I'm rotting in my coffin
So smoke it every day
Say it's getting to my brain, man I'm smoking on a higher grade
Say it's getting to my head?
Man I like to smoke a spliff, as soon as I get out of bed
Skin up, Breens
You skinning up lad?
But I like to smoke a spliff as soon as I get out of bed
Skin up man

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