Get it in Chiba,

Make it simple, give me that gleaming chest,

Party in G-Town with my best,

Carry out gold, got Shanghai dreams,

But Shenzhen money,

Team of prowlers cutting up shapes,

Told I’m running low on getting bold,

Got crowds to fill up this place, uh, yeah,

Get it in Bristol,

Sipping on cider made from PCB’s,

Uh,

Get it in Castries,

Holding me back,

Unless it’s Friday night,

Uh,

Sending up HK,

Dance all day,

While looking across the sea,

Uh,

Get it in London,

Picking out trails of beats and bassline might,

Yeah,

I got places to see,

I got cash to convert,

I got bots to divert,

I got work to go chase,

Can’t stay still while the Earth spins,

Sliding over the sky,

Say you think I’m a new face,

Say you’re probably right,

Run from shade to the sun,

Keep it cool with the tinted HUD,

Eyes up, locked on traffic and packets,

I’m looking out risky, net to run,

Can’t stay put when you’re out to get

My vision ain’t working, retina’s blown,

Pushed by currency, pulled by hundreds

Drifter, someone you used to know

Breathe in quick,

Break it down,

Looking slick,

I represent the fever, the possession and the sick

Breathe in quick,

Break it down,

Look around,

You’re listening in stereo, it’s coming through the ground

Plug point paradise,

Roller of dice, I’m tempting fate,

Risk it all on bits,

I’m down to hit,

Let’s take it and fade away,

Uh,

I don’t have much to say,

Tap it out loud, and I might just cop,

Uh,

Take it real slow and stop,

Turn it round twice, get lost, then pray,

Modern day magic,

Giving it time, letting it drive me insane,

Squeeze it like sugar cane,

Drip, I’m covered in tragic floss,

Running from boss to boss

Drain problems into credit rain,

Running from floor to dance floor,

Shake out stress until they’re bringing out pain

Get it in Taipei,

Make it easy, give me them whirring legs,

Giving me grief,

‘Bout your beliefs in shaving off souls from dregs,

Can’t keep spirits in caskets,

Guess I’m stuck with bottles and kegs,

Screw it on tight,

I’m running all night,

Keep me from ending up dead,

Get it in Berlin,

Locking it down for seven days at a time,

You’re coming with me, punk,

Magnetised to the beats and rhyme,

Uh,

You’re coming with me, punk,

Coast to coast,

Sublime to shit,

Opera hall to the fucking pit,

Carry out hits for a single dime

Yeah,

I got places to see,

I got cash to convert,

I got bots to divert,

I got work to go chase,

Can’t stay still while the Earth spins,

Sliding over the sky,

Say you think I’m a new face,

Say you’re probably right,

Run from shade to the sun,

Keep it cool with the tinted HUD,

Eyes up, locked on traffic and packets,

I’m looking out risky, net to run,

Can’t stay put when you’re out to get

My vision ain’t what you used to know,

Pushed by currency, pulled by hundreds

Drifter, someone you used to know