Contact Play - News To Me Lyrics

Yeah
Oi
It's Jam Baxter right now, yeah?
Oi, 2MS, 2MS, (brap)
Shoutouts to Mr. Constant, on the Bad Boy production
Shoutout to everyone, you know who you are
Oi

I guess myself's all I'm qualified to chat about
Sorry guys, I've apologized, 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 packing out)
Standard, got a lot of madness to splash around
I'm just tryna make a man named Alan proud
Damn straight rights 'cause 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, 'cause I'm weary too
And living life the proper way is something I rarely do
I ain't half the man 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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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 f*cking 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?