Mask (feat. Jam Baxter & OG Rootz)

Rag'n'Bone Man


Who's that? That's him
He's the one with the skin so shimmery
He's the one with the smile that'll turn your brand new dance into old Ming Dynasty
Golden touch
But he didn't want to show no love
He didn't want to put that work in that right there that shows no guts

You don't wanna skip that queue
You don't wanna rush that brew
You don't wanna tell no one that you're weak [?] when your speak is too
You just wanna be that guy
Live that life
Hit that yatti
Lay that pipe
Put that cash in your hand
Draw that line in the sand
Leave your hive

I never seen a pic where you ain't posing
An' look down your nose at me same hole that you poke coke in
Same fire that you keep stoking
My donny, that's a weak slogan
That rock there keep toking
Them boy there they can't test and I done told them

How much did you pay for the pumped up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?
You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
Old and shit
We all getting old and shit
You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit

Skin cells flaking off
On the street you leave your slug trail across
His fists were faded
Pixelated
The sixteen-bit scene face the boss
Another day another brain to squash, under foot
Take the loss
Wolf it down
Scrape your trough
The spice might melt your faces off
Shit (shit)
You just want to [?] that bag of chop
You just want to make your mark like a drunk old man going wild with a cattle prod
Looks like cunts came back in stock
Send straight from the planet woof
You turned up sporting the eyes of a rabid dog

And I ain't seen a man dribble as much in my life It went drip after drip now he's flooding the night
And now everyone's paddling dreaming and shanking their bredrins and licking the blood from the knife
And this city will flatten your skull in a vice
And then sell you the brain back for double the price
But killing it dead is becoming a habit of mine you can spare me your fucking advice

How much did you pay for the pumped-up chest and the big bag of shoulder chips?
You could rock a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit
Old and shit
We all getting old and shit
You can wear a mask on stage, we all getting old and shit

Dirty goods, good looking
I'm about what's cooking
Who stole your bookings?
Who gave the rookies them a whooping
I weren't handed a hookup
Pirates get your face juk up
F the position you've took up
You're gonna look up
'Cause I'm so, I'm so, I'm so gully
I'm like, I'm like show me the money
You don't you don't wanna know me sonny
(You don't wanna know me sonny)
But your going to like when you've got flow
And when your live and miming at your own show
Brother, was it all over though?
That wackness is a no bro
Don't be a hoe just come and hold a seat front row
You don' know I'ma let my ting go
Sixteen in the clip holding them out
One of them shots might hit you
I don't care though, you know what I'm about fool
Shout out to the old school I'm internationally known but move local
Like oval out on these road calls slapping emcees with these vocals

Should've just gone KFC

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Written by: Dwayne Mahorn / Jam Baxter / Rory Graham. Isn't this right? Let us know.