Dont Look at Me - Datkid, Baileys Brown, Datkid, BAILEYS BROWN

Yo, it’s Teeth Ledger I’m full time flossing it’s a breeze

Fly as a crowned eagle but the opposite and clean

Fresh garments man I got 'em all for free

Prohibited items stashed in the loose pockets of my jeans

Steady dodging the police, tryna keep it down as I roll stokes

With a swamp donkey on a lead, inconspicuous nah I ain’t sticking to your

syllabus

Crews rolling deep, couldn’t fit us in a mini bus

Infamous, people say it is when it isn’t us

Trying to get rid of us?

Ridiculous

Content meticulous, style limitless

Whole demeanour villainous, over step the mark G that’s silliness

Man I told you I was coming back

Fresh pair of 90's, eyes covered by the tie dye bucket hat

Even that I got a fresh cut an' that, shit

That’s prestige, you copy cats are just acting greez

Don’t look at me, unless you smell the sweg that I’m cooking G

And don’t bell me unless you’re buying or you’re booking me

Making up for the lost time that they took from me

Fly as a pig when you tell lies at home

You don’t look at me, unless you got the sweg that I’m cooking G

And don’t bell me unless you’re buying or you’re booking me

Making up for the lost time that they took from me

Fly as a pig but you tell lies at home

Don’t look at me, keep your green eyes to yourself

You’re so insecure round me that you hide from yourself

I was banged up, lacing shit to fly off the shelf

You in Goa walking bare foot, finding yourself

Hating on dis you just lied to yourself and that’s a poor trait

I paint pictures like a portrait, sniffing the shine off a warm plate

Party like every days my born day, that’s probably whats aggravating your hate

You see me and you taste disfavour

Ralphy windbreaker, rowdy behaviour

Still I got people saying that I’ll be the saviour

And me and Baileys Brown got the flavour

Yo it’s Chief Teeth, I stay grimey like East Street

And I speak speech that leaves rhymers like these neeks, de-ceased

With every code line that I re-lease

Shit I’m just after my peace

Yeah, yeah

Don’t look at me, unless you smell the sweg that I’m cooking G

And don’t bell me unless you’re buying or you’re booking me

Making up for the lost time that they took from me

Fly as a pig when you tell lies at home

You don’t look at me, unless you got the sweg that I’m cooking G

And don’t bell me unless you’re buying or you’re booking me

Making up for the lost time that they took from me

Fly as a pig but you tell lies at home

You don’t look at me