Mario Kart (feat. Rago Loco) - Aitch

Ayy, yeah, yeah Ayy, one sip and then I'll be done, yeah I don't wanna drink, but I have to, yeah I've been walking close to the sun, yeah Now these toxins are falling from my mind Sometimes I swear under my breath 'Cause I don't want anyone knowing I'm upset Sometimes I fall too deeply And this time I'm not sure if I'm making it out Snowfall covering the guns and trenches If we don't see the ruins, then I hope we'll forget it I can see you're hurt, you don't have to lie I'm seeing through those emerald eyes (yeah, yeah) I'm still playing Mario Kart But I'll admit, it's not entertaining I still fall asleep on my back (asleep on my back) But now I got nobody to wake me (got nobody here) I'm still playing Mario Kart (I'm still playing) I bet it's been a while since you played it (it's been a while) Pretend I needed something to buy So I can bump into you at your day shift At your day shift, at your day shift I'm just a cheeky boy, I'm just a cheeky boy I'm just a cheeky boy Waking up and I'm playing Get bored quick, wanna see your face Tell me how your day went She's still got your fragrance Your lemonade on my desk still And sweater on my carpet I know you'll come back soon, but I'll admit, I'm starvin' Open your wings and fly right beside me Flow with the wind and follow where he's guiding Is there something you don't trust? We can take our time, we don't have to rush Snowfall covering the guns and trenches If we don't see the ruins, then I hope we'll forget it I know you're sad, you don't have to lie I'm seeing through those emerald eyes (yeah, yeah) I'm still playing Mario Kart But I'll admit, it's not entertaining I still fall asleep on my back (asleep on my back) But now I got nobody to wake me (got nobody here) I'm still playing Mario Kart (I'm still playing) I bet it's been a while since you played it (it's been a while) Pretend I needed something to buy So I can bump into you at your day shift

Why you in this party with a basket? Filled with bars of candy, tabs of acid? Playin' 64 with you is magic (yeah) I just got a question can I ask it? Would you mind making me a habit? Go and get addicted, gotta have it (yeah) But I'm tryna see if you single Tryna slide in that flamingo She askin' if I can sing doe I know I can make her sing bro Cuz I flyin' now I got wings bro Perfect combination, bingo She wanna get to know the lingo (Cuz I got that) Fast car, fast car See you wave the flag that's a good start Smoking up the window of your dad's car Burnin' up the rubber that's your asphalt Wanna take a ride? Yeah I thought you might You can come inside keep the leather dry In this fast car, fast car, fast car Blame it on her barber Girl you look so good You know I blame it on your mama We back all these spirits as we dancin' to Nirvana I'ma take you round the bend Don't need another plan We do what we wanna What we wanna But I'm tryna see if you single Tryna slide in that flamingo She askin' if I can sing doe I know I can make her sing bro Cuz I flyin' now I got wings bro Perfect combination, bingo She wanna get to know the lingo (Cuz I got that) Fast car, fast car See you wave the flag that's a good start Smoking up the window of your dad's car Burnin' up the rubber that's your asphalt Wanna take a ride? Yeah I thought you might. You can come inside keep the leather dry In this fast car, fast car, fast car Woah my peach, my peach, You taste so sweet. Girl, My peach, my peach, I can't get past girl. Come ride with me, We don't need nothing but what we got What we got, ya (Cuz I got that) Fast car, fast car See you wave the flag that's a good start Smoking up the window of your dad's car Burnin' up the rubber that's your asphalt Wanna take a ride? Yeah I thought you might You can come inside keep the leather dry In this fast car, fast car, fast car

They say love makes you happy, well this paper can too So I ain't chasin' no chick unless she raised a mans yute (trust) Everybody's blessed, shit, I just pray I am too But I got devils on my side like a play for Man-U But I bounce back Catch me in Moston with my trap players (skrr) Or in Soho House with some tax payers Young Aitch, ain't no fold in my game I make stacks in the sun, in the snow, in the rain I was seventeen, hundred thou, eighteen, two fifths Nineteen, few mill', twenty, was stupid Twenty-one, old news, twenty-two, new shit Twenty-three, still hot, don't say I don't do this (woo) Copped a lot of bricks, you know I got it how I live Shit I got ones that I can rent and I got ones that I can flip Tickin' boxes of my checklist when I drop another hit Then go and drop another ticket on a property and whip, shit You know it's A-I Tizzy, babe Changed my city, know I make my Lizzy, babe, yeah Cocaine white, Mizzy May Ain't no biggie, two-fifty, that's chicken change (Skrr) Yeah, couldn't pay me to stop This one's for all my grinders raised on the block Yeah, steady makin' their prof' This one's for my guys that are chasin' the guap Yeah, who was raised in the streets? Some got a day job, some are paid in the streets Yeah, ain't no tamin' the beast I ain't here to make friends, I'm just here to make P's I ain't tripping 'bout a hater, stay in line and keep it stepping' Got a watch for everyday, but ain't got time to answer questions We can talk a bit of business, I ain't tryna be your bredrin If I can't see money signs, then I'm slidin' in a second (yeah) Big boss, big stones in my wristwatch Royal Oak rose gold way before TikTok I was getting low blows way before lip shots Honestly I'm so cold I'm frozen, I've been hot I'm goated, ain't been topped, they know when the king drops Them jokers have been opps, they choke when the pin drops Yeah, still with the loccs at the chip shop Still puttin' all my pink notes in a kick box Yeah, couldn't pay me to stop This one's for all my grinders raised on the block Yeah, steady makin' their prof' This one's for my guys that are chasin' the guap Yeah, who was raised in the streets Some got a day job, some are paid in the streets Yeah, ain't no tamin' the beast I ain't here to make friends, I'm just here to make P's (whoa, whoa)