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culprate - talk to frank lyrics

[intro]
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[verse 1]
bruv i can’t believe it
burned so many zoots nowadays and i just can’t breathe it’s k!lling me
and my insides get all f-cked up cause of that rough stuff i puff when i drill a beat
it’s tough to stop that
so i gotta pop back some of those nice little vitamins
till i’m hype again
then i’m thinking, f-ck calling frank
put him in a ring and i’m fighting him, fighting him
fighting 10 of these dogs in a night
so f-ck these problems, problems
i’m raving to what the dj’s blazing all too often, often
i’ll get f-cked up when he’s playing out tunes, i’mma spit hard
much like when i’m in a booth building up zoots, you’ll hear the tunes of maksim kick hard
i’m a stallion
i can go all night picking up bags and dabbing them
putting out lines ’till my minds gone bad again
look around me i think “this ain’t happenin'”
bruv i’m in a dark state, better call frank cause i’m past baked
not long left ’till my mind’s gone west and my chest pumps hard and my heart aches

[hook]
talk to frank, tell me what’s your problem?
skip, you’ve been ringing me far too often
the voices in your head got you shook
this is a bad case cause whatever you took
was laced with some mind-boggling concoction
you’re out of choices and out of options
the line is open, the number’s free
talk to frank, tell me, what’s your problem?

[bridge]

[verse 2]
bruv i can’t believe it
i’m doing my best to grip the mic but i can’t grip for sh-te
cause i can’t stop shaking, this ain’t right
feel i’ve blazed up too many pipes at raves
and i feel as if i might go blind
if i don’t write rhymes so i gotta spark up a zoot and write in the booth
till bars start to hit hard in your mind
in your mind, you’ll be messed up with a bit of this stuff
it’s so fine, it’s so fine
pen-grade or powder, take your choice and then go high
then go high, higher than a kite tied up to a bright blue string
when i write these things i should really feel the need to maybe call frank but i don’t, why?
is it cause i got to remain
spitting hard on the top like the bars in your brain?
clearly i’m insane, i’m a psycho
might spit big hooks that you might know
try to follow my bars, their hype
i’m k!lling it fast, so gimme that light
p-ss it, roll it, light it, smoke it
so high you know this guy won’t survive

[hook]

[bridge]

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