Ren: So The Story Goes... - x The Skinner Brothers

Out of mind when we out of sight
We come alive in the dead of night
Blood is thick and it's eye for—
Fuck me, I can't really be bothered, man
Fuck that
Fuck it
Chyeah

So the story goes
... smoke forever
Let the... know
I'm a beast when I'm on the Charlie, bro

(Fuck)
(Fuck) (Fuck)

Fuck forever, it's the (cold case)
You think you're so fucking clever
You know I go hell-for-leather
I'm on track to be the best one ever
Fuck a label, man
We're killing it
We're doing it better

Watch it blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)

[*cough*]
Wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait

So, the story goes
I've been living life in a haze for this day
Like those I never saw
So I gotta learn to calm down
But I don't... going round for round

I'm fuckin' buzzing
Council housed and violent flow, thugging
Got a couple burners in the oven
Pick the sticky icky green, budding
Pass it to the left if you start bugging

You think you're so fucking clever
You know I go hell-for-leather
I'm on track to be the best one ever
Fuck a label, man
We're killing it
We're doing it better

Watch it blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)

Watch it blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)

What the fuck?
Hey, fuck that
Chyeah

Out of mind when we out of sight
We come alive in the dead of night
Blood is thick and it's eye for eye
Angels sleep where the devils lie
Devils weep when the angels soar
Morning light knocking at my door
I retreat on the cold stone floor
Come back around and we kill it once more

Hey, hey, Soul Boy, Soul Boy, hang on, one second
There's just, there's just this greedy little prick
That I want to talk to for a second, man
Would you let me talk to him?
Yeah, fuck it, talk to him
Thanks very much, mate

Fuck about, son, I'm the dentist
Take the teeth right out your mouth, son
You're apprentice, I'm the Sensei
What's the outcome?
I'm that geezer who will bleed ya
If you don't run
If you do run
Then I'll pursue some

You're a soggy bowl of soup — I'm the croûton
You were bouncing off the hoop — I'm the slam dunk
You were soul-sucking music — I'm the G-Funk
Yes, I'm a G, punk
I make the...

(Bass thump, bass thump, bass thump...)

Yeah, if you crack tracks, then come at the Soul Boy
I made the indie DnB — I'll make your Hellboy
I got a big fucking sting like Bellboy
Drop bombs then nukes, call me Shell Boy

That's spaghetti in my head — now that's a state of mind
I done fucked up my face, now I'm Frankenstein
That's so rare
'Cause if it flows that hard
I got flow that...

You think you're so fucking clever
You know I go hell-for-leather
I'm on track to be the best one ever
Fuck a label, man
We're killing it
We're doing it better

Watch it blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)

Watch it blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)
Watch it blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow), blow (blow)

Out of mind when we out of sight
We come alive in the dead of night
Blood is thick and it's eye for eye
Angels sleep where the devils lie
Devils weep when the angels soar
Morning light knocking at my door
I retreat on the cold stone floor
Come back around and we kill it once more