NO CD - Loyle Carner, Rebel Kleff

Ay, ay, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs

Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me keep it

I never speak it, keep it a secret

It’d be peak if any geezer would hear it and then repeat it

So we keep it, keep it out of reach of all the eejits

If you need it, best believe it, you won’t see it

Locked up in my room, deep cocoon, like you’re digging in crates

Already done with your digging, so your digging is bait

Keeping it straight, buzzing 'til late, sample the greats

Then we move onto the groove, grabbing that sample at eight

Seconds, loop beckons, smooth like new weapons

If I do step it, it’s new repping with true brethrens

Ruth, Lou’s getting too loose, look who’s crepping all

Tunes through Jimi to Zeppelin, now who reckons

You knew you’re rocking with a master of this

Manoeuvre blasts fast 'cause we’re hard to resist

Blitz like it was vital, recited my recital

One back in the snapple, the snap, the crackle of the vinyl

Sweet onto repeat, Chris is chopping a beat

Flipping these verses like the burgers on the grill at Bodean’s

We keep it mean, pristine, cleaner than clean

Harbour these harmonies like we’re speaking to Jean, it’s like

Oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs

Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me

‘Cause this the rap, he brings the pads to the lab

The lab is my pad, we’re using every session to jam

Working on my revolutionary revenue plan

But currently without the green, like a recession in 'Dam

So we scribble on the daily, making beats for 'em

Create ancient plastic discs and playlists

That your parents used to play with

Quick and very painless

Stumbled onto rap, always been sick, my very name is

Now I’m quick to leave you brainless

You anus, you ignoramus, just let me say this

Not the greatest, but gimme space, kid, I’m set to make it

So basically, we’re bringing it back to basics

Rocking hi-hats and big kicks that are the latest trend

It’s a statement, but when you put this fashion aside

This rap music is a passion of mine, lifeline

'Cause I designed the illest rhymes, chillin', time keeps tickin'

But I’m high, keep spittin' and flippin' rhythms to vibe, like

Oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs

Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me

It’s like sixteen bars in sixteen minutes, I kill it

Extinguish all the fire from the liars and the gimmicks

Losing spirit, bredders putting cheddar over lyrics

Then diminish any vision when they clear it

I hear it, it’s happening, moving like they’re mannequins

Dressed by other brothers

Hiding under covers with mothers be panicking

Rambling, gassing like they’re Anakin

But red and blue lights are out of sight

On the mic, stop damaging your honour and your pride

I, goner from the side

Never dippin' from the rhythm, flow specific when I rhyme

Sometime tell the flack and back, a slap

To any crackerjack who be slacking his mac

I’m on the track and in my prime

Ease your mind if ya hold it, time if you chose it

Keep your spine straighter then a blind homophobic

Ease your mind if you hold it, your time if you chose it

And keep your spine straight tonight (‘night ‘night)

Oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

We’re sayin', oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

We got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs

Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD

It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

It’s like, oh please, we ain’t got no P’s

Because we spent all our money on some old CDs

Got some old Jay-Zs, couple ODBs

Place 'em up in perfect order 'cause my OCD won’t let me keep it