Absence (feat. DK Smallz & Exclusive)

In your absence, all the madness Manual Gradual Handle Annual, leave and i'll come back Im defending your name in your absence Hear a lot of madness Pillow talk & mattress Preachers and no practice All over the atlas They don't understand us Smiling through the sadness Journey with no manual Paper come in gradual More than you can handle Gave the boy the annual, leave And I'll come back She don't wanna rush that Rubber bands and rucksacks Seen that and done that She the type to post the throwbacks and never the recents Paris, Manny and Milan, like the striker from Sweden She's convinced that where she at, has never been decent Find it hard to stay happy unless she's overseas And If I had to guess her region, bet she Caribbean I know she Caribbean, curry goat and oxtail and it best be seasoned But her wardrobe out of season, now she shops in Regent A weekly dose of retail treatment, and it's gotta be frequent I think I know her weakness, and I know a couple misters And they live near Bicester's, but it's strictly business And imma' really do the distance, if I think they dissed us And imma' tear more than a meniscus, and I don't need assistance And I ain't even seen my missus, I think I miss the kisses I tend to reminisce this but we tight like stitches So I don't need no bitches I swear the game so vicious Im defending your name in your absence Hear a lot of madness Pillow talk & mattress Preachers and no practice All over the atlas They don't understand us Smiling through the sadness Journey with no manual Paper come in gradual More than you can handle Gave the boy the annual, leave And I'll come back She don't wanna rush that Rubber bands and rucksacks Seen that and done that First of all, Thank God, he let me see another sun rise If we're talking money, know I could never be tongue tied Give a fuck about love, i just wanna' make my funds rise Knew she was a disease when she said she like fun guys/fungi's [?] for the chit-chat, slo-mo when i sip that Two hands when its back shots, yeah i love the kick back I sit back and wished that, we'd grow from the trench Bucket hat full of money, cah' its only common sense Niggas {?] on your {?], I swear this shit is intense Keep chronological events, for niggas sitting on the fence Yeah, yeah, its that ments' I hate snitch bitches man, they'll sing for a pound Call them CIA h(o)es, if I seem them tell them ciao I ain't talking Madrid, when I say I'm too Real No challengers, free header (Eder), Militao Bro's wanted by the feds, his pictures up like a tifo All because he watched (Diego) the yay go, like Milito I've seen that and done that Shank in a backbag Pole in a rucksack I'm bait so I can't lack Still tryna' run up racks Three-nil, no comeback Double D's and a big back A real one I need that I don't bring nothing, bitch I am the table I need a real one to hold my down, like staples Need her gold, need her sweet, like her name was Maple Yeah, their raps sound good, but they're rapping fables She used to love to fuck, still I made her (celibate) sell a bit Had a big dumpa' truck, ain't playing tag, still she tagging it Slanging it, I'm trying to move out the sticks I play the squares like a Rubix, shit In a Wenger coat, I'm really tryna' {?] a prick On the A2, in an A3, with a couple bricks Call me Cash Kareem, I ain't settling, I'm meddling Got a couple shots, so I'm pebbling - I've been peddling I'm defending your name in your absence Hear a lot of madness Pillow talk & mattress Preachers and no practice All over the atlas They don't understand us Smiling through the sadness Journey with no manual Paper come in gradual More than you can handle Gave the boy the annual, leave And I'll come back She don't wanna rush that Rubber bands and rucksacks Seen that and done that Baby, baby Baby baby Baby, baby