Triple Science (Explicit) - Headie One

Lyrics by：Irving Adjei/Geno/Stemberge

Composed by：Irving Adjei/Geno/Stemberge

Yeah

Turn turn turn turn turn

Interview rooms stay silent

Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance

If I ever took that oath I'm lyin'

Even when I'm wrong I'm tryna stay righteous

How many times did he leave man lifeless

End up on a wing with lifers

Turn turn

Bro's the tightest he sent man a fiver

I guess it's the thought that counts

Five hundred English Pounds in fivers

I still can't afford her nails

In the bando studyin' triple science

Grab the Pyrex it's goin' down

Look at the flick of the wrist

All I need is an hour

Turn turn ah

Ask Scott if he came to the night shift

Evеn though his gaff's all bait in town

Even those gaffs all bait in town

Turn turn

I check out thе bando like it ain't

Uh them times was hundred pounds an' eighth

Wasted time on my estate

Look at the bando it's a state

After the bro could've of got me paid

Then I had to turn it and run from fate

All the times that I wanted to call it quits I stayed

To the times that I had to go flush that grub

Cah I went and caught a raid

One

I really had to be feedin' a part

She said she want fold that like the wings

No she don't want crack she just tryna stay mellow

This one yellow it's Super Saiyan

Super Saiyan I still got a shoebox a year for savin' savin'

Really taught so much patience

Done it on smoke tryna turn man patient patient

Really had to put in that work with China

We didn't have time for raving raving

With the T house man stayed in

Couldn't care less 'cause the money just came in

Suh-suh

Interview rooms stay silent

Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance

If I ever took that oath I'm lyin'

Even when I'm wrong I'm tryna stay righteous

How many times did he leave man lifeless

End up on a wing with lifers

Turn turn

Bro's the tightest he sent man a fiver

I guess it's the thought that counts

Five hundred English Pounds in fivers

I still can't afford her nails

In the bando studyin' triple science

Grab the Pyrex it's goin' down

Look at the flick of the wrist

All I need is an hour

Turn turn ah

Ask Scott if he came to the night shift

Even though his gaff's all bait in town

The T house bullet shotgun they Asian

Don't get us all shot like Kaylum

My youngboy wanna trap me trainin'

He already know how to drill them pagans

Brr brr

Pagans pagans everywhere I look I see pagans

One

He tryna do both tryna score and distribute

Balls like Chamberlain

Balls

All the times that I built a new spot geography

Bicarbonate rest that's chemistry

Countin' up bread that's physics

Suh suh

You ever seen a fiend OD biology

Uh

Paranoia on the first day thinkin' every

Car is a jake tryna follow me

Did up mans properly ching man's head

I've never really been a fan of psychology

F**k them feds

Told me that

They made my association sociology

Who ever cares what a survey said

Tell 'em let me get the whole loaf of bread

Did they ever left the s**t on my doorsteps

Country phones 'cause I dove off ends

Keep the blinds closed stay low from feds or

I'm back in the wing tryna conk man's head

Interview rooms stay silent

Hit the Bailey and ask God for guidance

If I ever took that oath I'm lyin'

Turn turn

Even when I'm wrong I'm tryna stay righteous

How many times did he leave man lifeless

End up on a wing with lifers

Turn turn

Bro's the tightest he sent man a fiver

I guess it's the thought that counts

Five hundred English Pounds in fivers

I still can't afford her nails

In the bando studyin' triple science

Grab the Pyrex it's goin' down

Look at the flick of the wrist

All I need is an hour

Turn turn ah

Ask Scott if he came to the night shift

Even though his gaff's all bait in town