PLUGGED OUT Lyrics – CHIP

Read the full PLUGGED OUT lyrics by CHIP along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Chip’s music, you can also explore PEST CONTROL and BEEHAVE, two other songs by Chip.

And also—and also, yeah—help me, (??)
Help me. You know what I’m saying? Help me, (??)

Um… yeah, bro. Help me, bro
You know what I’m saying? If you stay in communication with man,
if you keep man fed, then that’s helping, man
You know what I’m trying to say?

If you preach something and then be like,
“Yo, I don’t know what I’ll do,”
you know—that’s helping, man. You get it?

But obviously, it’s so mad, because it’s like—yeah
To me, that’s what I’m saying
It’s bro-like, but you might be looking at man like anything

Quite obviously, you’ve been in this team forever,
and whatever—you’ve done so much for everyone in it
So you might just be looking at it like a colleague or whatever

But the way I see you is different, innit
I’m trying to say you’re scared hollow,
like all these men that help man on the way up

I was trying to say, it’s like—bro—
on top of the fact that man grew up in the United States,
it’s like, bro, how can I look respected?

Alright, I’m harmless then. I don’t play, right?
I ain’t got dreads
How you gonna act like it’s me that breads?
Can you hear yourself? (??) it doesn’t make sense

I don’t really care about snakes in the grass
Music’s mad—I’ve had snakes in my yard
You ain’t shot more people than guns in your bars,
and we know you ain’t getting broad farm

I can’t correct every lie through his teeth,
but everyone knows that I don’t sell weed
But if you come mind there on the floor,
but I (??) on a chair—bet he wants one free. (??) boy

Honestly, you got a nerve
Joe, man, I should’ve charged you for the verse
See the MCs that I cooked that you name?
Let them rest in peace—they ain’t looking this work

Suckered boy, stop the glazing
I go get a verse from the people you’re naming
Rewriting history—everyone see me help you,
that’s why I can’t hear what you’re claiming

Last few years you’ve been fighting blogs
Last few years you’ve been touching girls
Bars about what you done to Ray Black—
carry on till I get her on a tune as well

You flicked a titty room red wrong—no Diddy
Bro, you’re a mental case
If that was my chick, we ain’t leaving bad, boy
You at least get mace in your face
Better stay in your place—playground bully
Sorry, not today

Ten minutes to report this idiot
Give a (??) about “jumpy deleted”
You should’ve got Ice Kid on your remix
You couldn’t get Ice Kid on your remix

And if you got Ice Kid on your remix now,
what do you think that I’mma do next?
Boy, stop with the tweaking and leave it
You little spang

You ain’t the best in Camden with a pen
Take your testosterone somewhere else
You batty boy—I don’t need passion from men

Let me tell you something about crime:
you cheat for a set
MCs don’t charge MCs
Crying ’cause you ain’t got a home in grime?
Joke, man—hit one of your Airbnbs

Why you nominated man to clash me?
I rate them—and they rate me
That’s the facts
Stozy, stoy, stoy, stoy chat
(??) get off his d!ck. You’re getting mad

Mental health—I think you’re in your bag
When life catches up with you, I’m going to laugh

You think that it’s thinking about a class P?
That’s my doggy—ten just came from P
And wiring can’t be weed—just smoking
What’s it wired with?

No, I’m not Dave or Central C
They’ll tell you it’s me who inspired them

Oh, what a B
The biggest part of your story got me in
The biggest song in your life got me on
Just another one—I wish I’d be on
Come on, man—a household name off me

It’s just not the same if man come for you
(??) with me, and now it’s (??) for you
I don’t (??) with you or who (??) with you

Lyrically, I’ll give you licks
Running joke—don’t take the piss

I love that half them spitters you named,
you made clear in a test for me
This part—I got the recip
et cooked now—you look like the rest, uniquely

You got A’s—I got kicked out of school
I got A’s—I got kicked out of school
You wanna know why I got kicked out?
For banging tough guys in the face, like you trying man for a pick-me

I’m a big 35—not pick-me
Imagine I help man busting,
when they get stuck, their first option: diss me

Can’t go gold—then diss me
Can’t go platinum—diss me
No debut album—diss me

This kid is talking about YouTube badness,
doing crime film—and it miss m
olden boy—no, that’s Tinchy
Who signed to you? That’s a massive (??)

You in King’s Cross panting
Why you always shouting? Calm down
You see tits and get jumpy—grab them

This the straight-jacket anthem
(??) Spray the raid on this nuisance
Bugging, buzzing—I ain’t want to do this

T1s come your house—you wouldn’t stay there
I get no joy from making you look stupid

M-chat—what’s your living conditions?
R-boy—take a post in your kitchen
What the (??) was that?
You (??) (??) name-dropping, clout-chasing. Stop listening

What the hell? He meant to be a gangster,
literally begging man for help
Realign your chakras—you’re a wankster

Buckle down and focus on yourself
Remove the ether—are the E good to verse?
I show man I’m the master of this

If I’m harmless, why you want to stripe off chip?
Rhetorical—but you keep asking for R.I.P.

Them boy—that’s a love
Beg and borrow, contest bits from having gay borrow
Tough guy—do the tough guy
I got tough guys that will come and buck you tomorrow

Intro proves alone—you’re not for push me
I kill MC—no sorrow

Uh…
Ungrateful ba*tard in this Game of Thrones
You ain’t no Jon Snow, the (??)