Booky

Bro I’m booky, I’ll take your food if my belly starts rumblin They rap about bootings, they ain’t blammed nobody Hold that properly when I bang that dotty I put sniff in a rex, and I slang that bobby

Everyone knows that feeling of walking into a room and the atmosphere being bare bookie but also calm. In this LA Beats produced track the boys reminisce on those rooms where you’re greeted by a combination of “bare weed smoke” and “wavy settings”.

I didn't want to verbalise my fears about a polar bear in the woods, because I would sound like a fruitloop. / Then Flora spoke up. ‘Selkirk's got a point.’ / ‘Yeah,’ agreed Turk of all people, ‘that jungle is bare booky, fam.’