These uni kids are smashing coke
Rolling up with daddies notes
Every night is a story to tell like an anecdote
Next morning flick to the camera roll  
They make and change plans and go back on their word like a palindromes
Revealing photos of them carrying traffic cones holding them like their atlas stones
The lines they rehearsed were more insignificant than a cameo in a B part acting role
They just want some escape
So they take White that liberates
But find themselves stuck in a position like a casting mould
Anxiety takes control
Hands shaking like Lee Harvey Oswald gripping an optical scope panning towards the grassy knoll
Debauchery is gonna run up in these kids headspace and kick off the latch
Most of them mesmerised by the white stripes they start to believe a seven nation army couldn't hold them back.

This is for the introverted kid on his lonesome
One of Lauryn Hills lost ones
Eyes burning him down like acidic solvents
Pressed down and sprayed at for low prices like cheap deodorants
Ever-changing skintone from the haematomas
Losing friends who he's been with the closest
What's the point keep cards close to your chest if you're just gonna fold quick
Council estates have turned into war camps
Now the ends are looking like Colditz
I guess that'd explain why everyone in the bits is speaking Polish
Youths are hiding in alleyways gripping knives that are stolen
With a razor sharp focus
Aligning the moment then he zones in
An act of violence turns to a condolence
Flowers and roses
A single mothers heart is broken
Shattered and open
Tears stream that could fill an ocean
The kid was sacrificed and cut inside like Kingsley Coman
Underhand tactics used like sneaky trojans
It was for the kid I bet you
The ambience started hard but went soft like fresh fruits
Just be careful and keep those that respect you.

I thought northern Irish chicks were a bread of the baddest *****
Instead I got left with the flat arsed spastic make-up caked catfish
Accent as thick as you sometimes it's like you're speaking mandarin or Spanish
Everyday back to your room a demeanour of gloom it's the same old antics
Hop on the line for dads quids
Money transferred to help your negative attitude and fix the balance
Everyone wants you to ******* back to the yacht, mansion and life that's lavish
I'm a savage
exposing this sly witch
We've all seen it right.
The way she hops in the pad and plays with 3 guys like it's GTA five.
Picking a different boy each night judging on the features she likes
Thinking she's an adult rolling on 18 like she was chucking 3 dice
Exposing the cracks beneath her as she walks on like street lights
Custom to immaturity
She's ADT because her life's based on insecurity/ in security
There's no love from me I'll give you a cold stare from outta nowhere like a Randy Orton meme.

My forte is putting thoughts on display like a portrait
Life’s exposing poor traits that people portray and cleansing poor tastes like sorbet
When I push pages with my blunt blade I upstage it’s abrupt changes if you got a good name off an upgrade
I keep firing down my targets like a gun range
I no longer associate with bitter terms I just hold and wait... to drop bodies from my desk like Mr Burns
In written terms
With rhythm added
Brilliant nerves
All systems crashing
Critics are cryptic just to crispen their cash in
It leaves my vision in fractions like there’s a chip in my glasses
You’ll shock yourself if you thinking is static
Progression is winning in practice
Synonyms are encrypted patterns
The devils in the details like criminal plannings
Keep these deep thoughts about
It is criminal plannings because they’re always tryna draw me out
I’m pulling ahead but I ain’t pouring stout
This path of mine is spent thinking in silence like a mastermind
In life it’s either mass or mind
It’s rare to have both like hermaphrodites
I’m the iron type
Explosive
Dynamite
This is the biopic thriller of the psychotic killer
Passed out he thrives off the liquor
The taste is so bitter
Why do we bicker
Argue over twitter over which girl is fitter
please start thinking bigger
Life goes on and we can’t stop the time it isn’t a race either but you always cross the line
That’s why I ostracise
Even though I need to be occupied
Only got a dozen choices like pocket dice
These guys stop and hide
So on and off like office lights.