[Hook: STUNTT MANE] Big city boy with a big bag habit Dublin keep it you can have it Gun-plate gum on rose gold ring Too hot for the charts Too raw first thing Got my whole mind open in a brand new tab Split ya head open in the back of the cab It’s a little blood it’s not that bad Come award season you back on track [Verse 1: STUNTT MANE] Never seen a man with this much baggage I’m in deep and you can’t stand it Bouncer bout to break my grill Too gone for the door Too gone on pill Too gone Man gone way off tack Spit boxfresh that’s glow on back If ya gotta ask that’s Mike on my tag Touch my Guiney’s you catch back hand Couldn’t be me dont keep no profile No freeze gonna keep that flow fire Enemies bo peep when I go wild Never gone need no tweet no co-sign Never gone need no “oh he’s class” Never gone need no puff puff pass Never gone need no fifty credits Six feens deep produce and sell it Ten feens deep from here to L.A Off the canvas I’m gonna get it Van Gogh painting off the Pelly Yokes in water crush the ice Lemon lime then rack em lines Bloody Mary Jesus Christ Where you gonna be tonight? Way you move I might come twice [Hook: STUNTT MANE] Big city boy with a big bag habit Dublin keep it you can have it Gun-plate gum on rose gold ring Too hot for the charts Too raw first thing Got my whole mind open in a brand new tab Split ya head open in the back of the cab It’s a little blood it’s not that bad Come award season you back on track [Verse 2: STUNTT MANE] Give you the shakes Tic-tac no backses Visor down Donald Duck doing taxes Counterfeit pen check em again Check the tens I ain’t take no chances Cash count it twice Holding em up to that laser light And If I told ya once must have told ya twice Got a job to do ya gotta do it right Theo got my back Dolce Vita what’s the craic Have your man over my lap Padre Pio whistle slap Bag lickin' they lookin' I’m taking they took it I’m coming they know it The others is choking I’m chewing they buzzing I’m cooking I’m screwing Can’t name a tool I’m not willing to use Not enough bruises to give me the blues Not enough stamina not enough truth Not enough chopper chase on the news Give me some smoke give me something to lose Gimme the heat gimme the loot I’m in the Bronco I’m on the loose Whatcha want? I’m in the drive thru Whatcha need? Would I lie to you?

[Hook] Deadly when I pull the gem out Deadly when I pull the gem out [Verse 1] DIY goal, beat to the bowl Brain split in half man I think it took a toll Whole lot I’d love to do, tune alarms in ICU Not rap it’s release, done then no repeat Not built for speed but I make a good go of it Ain’t got the pace it’s the weight of the cross Not built for speed but my ass is still magnificent Now you got me kissing on your man with the gloss [Chorus] I’ll be the one to steal your mans Catch him paying double on my only fans I’ll be the one to steal your mans Catch him paying double on my only fans [Verse 2] PTSD Pretty sweet deal Harder better stronger Mom and sis know more than me Happy out in the backseat, boys turn in the backseat Staying out the obit, long enough to ignore it I’ve tried nothing but I’m staying on top of it I’ve tried nothing but I’d say it all works I’ve tried nothing but they say it all works Keep it all together long enough to make it worse [Hook] Deadly when I pull the gem out Deadly when I pull the gem out Deadly when I pull the gem out Deadly when I pull the gem out [Verse 3] “I got keys in neck” “I don’t take no visa cheque” Big Tek taking bets on my death Jokes on you I’m still here Dead men still in my contacts Still Dennis Wilson at the pageant no contest ER Room don’t tell us Won’t let you kill me I’d only get jealous [Outro] Magnificent

Two truths one lie Compromise Boredom or suffering Then you die Compromise

[Hook: Actualacid] South got something to say but instead we’ll go right through ye Give me and my friends some millions to make a movie South got something to say but instead we’ll go right through ye Give me and my friends some millions to make a movie [Verse 1: Actualacid] Can’t fucking sing can’t fucking dance What’s a boy to do? What’s a boy to do No fucking school of rock No fucking daddy’s bank roll Well well Well well And the less that you know about me; Got the Mousse Mag that’s my mouse mat Got mad rent what you know about that RTE money I won’t pay you back Ain’t too hard man follow the cash [Hook: Actualacid] South got something to say but instead we’ll go right through ye Give me and my friends some millions to make a movie South got something to say but instead we’ll go right through ye Give me and my friends some millions to make a movie [Verse 2: STUNTT MANE] Listen… Getting body positive in the back of the McDonalds When she says she only loves me for my sauce I said you got it And she’s swinging out the southpaw with a mouthful of hydraulics When she said she think the whole thing just an act I said you got it I’m a heavy metal singer My Carmex all sprayed with glitter Imma polish up that tooth boy I’m an absolute beginner Its that CLICK CLICK go Glock Glock Wrist whistle tick tock Its the water levels rising That’s a doomsday clock boy [Hook: Actualacid] South got something to say but instead we’ll go right through ye Give me and my friends some millions to make a movie South got something to say but instead we’ll go right through ye Give me and my friends some millions to make a movie South got something to say but instead we’ll go right through ye Give me and my friends some millions to make a movie [Bridge: Actualacid] The less you know about me the better the beauty

[Intro: Actualacid] Rolling 'em sevens eleven It’s all depending You got me on luck but not damage taken Rolling 'em sevens eleven And keep forgetting Wow wow pop rap really got me stressing Yoshi Holy moly I’m He Art hoes I don’t know Only ennui OZ holy moly I’m He Bone bone thunderdome I don’t know ye [Verse 1: STUNTT MANE] Why? do or die Whip it out; line or lie DUI; I don’t drive Price it down; Dior lite Better smash that fuckin' button for the flight attendant Bit unruly off antidepressant apoplectic Got a feeling my end independent of the armageddon They really need a feen to Heat the needle no pretending A vampire Real high Fucking nice guy Half time Still clocking hours nine to five Half time [Hook: Actualacid] I’m more willing to fail than you are to try Set my standards too high so I topped myself I’m more willing to fail than you are to try Set my standards too high so I topped myself Rolling 'em sevens eleven It’s all depending You got me on luck but not damage taken Rollin 'em sevens eleven And keep forgetting I’m more willing to fail than you are to try Set my standards too high so I topped myself I’m more willing to fail than you are to try Set my standards too high so I topped myself [Verse 2: STUNTT MANE] Little X with Panadol Staying far side virtual Age only when I want That’s Sligo green and retinol Catch me keeping keychain Cash and carry on my joggers Cousin’s Leeside Keano beats It’s 2012 for the bloggers Mask on mask communicato You got bricks Amontillado Cork trip track then back to Sligo Guiney’s fits aficionado Fourth best flows in Ireland First rapper most fine Still clocking hours nine to five Half time [Outro: Actualacid] Yoshi Holy moly I’m He Art hoes I don’t know Only ennui OZ holy moly I’m He Bone bone thunderdome I don’t know ye

[Intro: STUNTT MANE] I’ll be the one to eat you out off of Twitter These other boys thirsty I’m the Tongue Dada I’ll be the one to fuck you off the Twitter These other boys thirsty Hit them with a Fanta [Verse 1: Actualacid] Been thumbing through the zeitgeist But I don’t need it I just found my own Spacewaster in my eye line Up and heated Let me be Here’s the glitterati of the local shoot cop scene They got tourists into space man What the fuck do you mean? Can you believe [Bridge: Actualacid] Been thumbing through the zeitgeist I don’t need it Let me be your crush girl Let me be your crush girl [Verse 2: STUNTT MANE] Two sphinxes on the mink bookend the shot out TV And I got newsreel projected Up on the Egyptian sheets In glorious RGB Two sphinxes on the mink bookend the shot out TV And I got newsreel projected Up on the Egyptian sheets [Outro] Just for you babe Just for you babe Just for you

Follow me unfollow me That’s on God man All my GFs are goth man Paris soon cause we can

[Verse 1: Actualacid] The boy always sick of waiting around round Fill me up follow me that’s the dump man All these cranes keep crowding up the shot man Everything I do I’m doing it for god man All my GFs these days are goth man No hump no trash Save the cash man B-roll I’m shot No flash Clear skin Stay in I’m just trying to save the… [Hook: Arthur Valentine & Actualacid] We got like one of you where I’m from Pretty panicked sat low in your Paulin Caught rapid still I put an Amen 2 It Cross my heart you see my flip And ask if you can flip through it Put an Amen [Verse 2: Actualacid] The boy is always sick of waiting around round Waiting up for that text from STUNTT MANE Practice my Shibuya meltdown I’m the last one left to let down [Hook: Arthur Valentine & Actualacid] We got like one of you where I’m from Pretty panicked sat low in your Paulin Caught rapid still I put an Amen 2 It Cross my heart you see my flip And ask if you can flip through it Put a [Verse 3: STUNTT MANE] Pull up and pop off the bop off of Father John Misty And asking your girl if she missed me Chill and we listen to Mistki Just let me rub gums with the MD Then kill it with whiskey “Heard you run guns pretty heavy up north in the city You don’t mind me askin' your cousin who is he?” And if you’re all done in the backseat I’ll grab that back yeah that’s my house key Yeah I know hitters so gutted so empty And so on and so be that’s Christ coming through me I feel it you feel it so let it get ugly Got nothing to prove I got no man above me Got nothing to lose but the race I’ve been running No room to improve when the baseline keeps jumping Got jumpers for goal-posts Got shooters for weeks Your playing for fun man I’m playing for keeps A lot you can learn and the curve is real steep Curvy your ma and she yearning for me Give it a week she’ll be earning for me Just can’t believe this site’s still free Say it to my face I’ll let you take it back Why cause stress on the Luas relax Why a bitch gotta go hard in the chat? Why a white boy gotta rap so fast? [Hook: Arthur Valentine, Actualacid, Arthur Valentine & Matthew Xavier Corrigan] We got like one of you where I’m from Pretty panicked sat low in your Paulin Caught rapid still I put an Amen 2 It Cross my heart you see my flip And ask if you can flip through it Put an Amen We got like one of you where I’m from Pretty panicked sat low in your Paulin [Outro: Actualacid] God damn lost myself for a minute How come it’s so hard if I’m committed? Two years, two years never cut my hair Don’t hate it don’t hate it if I lose her Hey there little loser Didn’t know that Didn’t know that I loved you Didn’t know that I loved you maybe

[Chorus: Actualacid] Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson It’s the pretty boy frosted tips Keep the thing on my hips Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson It’s the pretty boy frosted tips Keep the thing on my hips Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson It’s the pretty boy frosted tips Keep the thing on my hips [Verse 1: STUNTT MANE] Keep a trigger finger on ya Hollow tips for the síochana Frosted tips for the buachaill dána Smoke steam off up in the sauna Get off the cross then I get on ya Plague these man damn rap bubonic Mean Girls reference yeah we got it Hit ya with a bus mad FG bonnet I’m Christ too not being hyperbolic Game on my back and the chiro bills rocket Cutting you slack and you still don’t want it Goals from mid-field never have to run it Decorate the cab and still I’m a stunner Every bar I air out that’s another hundred You gotta think wily if ya think ya road running I’m Beckham with the left foot Bout to start something so [Hook: Actualacid] Keep a trigger finger on ya Hollow tips for the siochana Frosted tips for the buachail dána Smoke steam off up in the sauna [Chorus: Actualacid] Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson It’s the pretty boy frosted tips Keep the thing on my hips Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson It’s the pretty boy frosted tips Keep the thing on my hips Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson It’s the pretty boy frosted tips Keep the thing on my hips Beckham 97 with the fuckin' Smith & Wesson It’s the pretty boy frosted tips Keep the thing on my hips [Verse 2: STUNTT MANE] Broke but live lavish Topper up on my mattress I’m a big house owner Financial controller They begrudge me a latte they never give me a loaner Walk into B.O.I with a boner That boy’s a quarter mil donor I’m in the back of The Bish I got numbers and graphs Can’t see me blow your girl kisses under my mask I’ve seen the maths I got the team I got a Colm Your numbers don’t make sense man Take 'em out and we can run em Got by opp of the week Two leagues deep man Read em and weep man I needed the sleep man They hate to see a girlboss winning Size 10 block concrete They wanna see a Stunttmane swimming [Verse 3: STUNTT MANE & Actualacid] Tim Chalemet in beige timbs Shelling out way more than your Benz Is AA up on the CK No new contacts No new friendses They say he got a long way to go Until he ends up on the top ten ends lists SUNTT MANE bars on tap I’m endless Already in GOAT contention Keep my face out of the question Ask your girl I’m pistol grippin' Steady bopping steady dipping Check with your girl man you’ve been slipping Head out and hit it and smack it She’s still on her back When I’m back off my lunch break Humble beginnings we keeping it heaters And no cap in sight on my work rate Goku the yoga mat yoghurt all down her back Hit it reverse I’m like Yoda man Got your girl saying I owe ya mane Coming for heads like I’m novocaine How you keep gettin' on lists? With these Johnny Marr fits It’s this Punk with no id It these West Brits Dishonest at best Tailored thrift Hardcore for Gary Barlow I spit bull too never take it too far though Tongue in my cheek for my thugs in Carlow Wind shake the Barley and you answer the call bro Man the bar’s low Man the fucking bar’s low [Outro: Actualacid] How the hell you think it was gonna be easy Screams from the room where my papa was sleeping Six feens deep you can fucking keep it Six feens deep you can fucking keep it How the hell you think it was gonna be easy Screams from the room where my papa was sleeping Six feens deep you can fucking keep it Six feens deep you can fucking keep it

[Chorus: Arthur Valentine] Call me up 719 You don’t wanna sing for your life Can you stay on the line? [Verse 1: Actualacid] Time’s on low Hard to feel like I’m even failing Need something I can believe Heaven’s Gate Nikes [Chorus: Arthur Valentine] Call me up 719 You don’t wanna sing for your life Can you stay on the line? Call me up 719 You don’t wanna sing for your life Can you stay on the line? [Verse 2: Actualacid] Motion blur Splitscreen before I’m even feeling Need something new to love Heaven’s Gate Nikes 2.0 Seen a future I won’t be here in Need something new to love Heaven’s Gate Nikes