Contact Play - News To Me lyrics

Yeah oi
It's Jam Baxter right now yeah?
Oi, 2MS, 2MS (Brap)
Shout-outs to Mr Constant
On the bad boy production
Shout-out to everyone, you know who you are
Oi

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 paacking 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 I'm weary too
Because living life the proper way is
Something that I rarely do
I ain't half the man that I used to be
Truthfully
But, I'm a growing newer breed mutant
Where the wounds should be
Where the wounds should be
They say I ain't changed a bit
But that's news to me

I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
Cause, I ain't picking at a pixel
I'm moving free
And that's, that's who I choose to be
Cause, I ain't stupid I'm loose
In a lucid dream what?

Since myself's all I really give a fuck about
Other sound, I'm around
Bosh Comma's gutter mouth
I guess it helps Ronnie lodging
In his mother's house
Stubbing out another snout
Buzzing 'til I'm coming down
Slumping in the powder
Yeah huffing up another mound's
Nothing to be proud of but fuck it
I'm butters now so I stumble out
Scrounge for a couple pounds
I ain't tryna make a man named Guinn shout
But, I've had a bad day, sit down
Poverty has gotten me in bins now, properly
I probably owe you an apology
Honestly but bad apples never fall
Far from a rotten tree
I'm not sorry and I promise
It doesn't bother me
I've got to be this Ron Bosh monstrosity
I've been seen coughing up the green
In the smog I breathe
It's me wafting in the breeze, a monotony
So what's it mean bruv? I
Ain't got the first clue
Stop constantly waffling at me
I fucking heard you
I hope you get what you deserve to
Please, stepping to me will be
Your worst move chief
I ain't the little boy I used to be
Truthfully so I'ma bun this zoot and see
Exactly where the fumes'll lead
Where the fumes will lead
They're saying Ronnie seems odd but
That's news to me

I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
I'm like that's, that's news to me
Cause, I ain't picking at a pixel
I'm moving free
And that's, that's who I choose to be
Cause, I ain't stupid I'm loose
In a lucid dream what?