Lyrics:
to make noise
My heads a bit fried, so I let the tribe, come round I take boys
I’ve got my mates and date by my side
She has no waist and face that are
this close to ahh, slap off a wig
You got five days left
Bitch get to work
My bread and Kyle or your face in the dirt
They gun butt Shiro, had him
a cliche...
Isn't it rich, isn't it queer
Losing my timing this late
In my career
And where are the clowns
Quick send in the clowns
Don't bother, they're
goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me
In '95 this rap style was impressive
By 2005 most rappers lost the message
2014, rappers wearing dresses
Shit is tough to look at like airplane
for a remedy
I won't fuck around and get smoked like a chimney
Days go by and I'm losing chapters of my memory
Steady ringing in the ears like a dial
I've got dyslexia
You don't want to make me get vex
Or you'll find out about my Tourette's
Boy Better Know
Don't mess with Skepta, my bro
My family,
I'm sorry you had to hear all this business, he started running that tape.... I've just been
sitting in here on my own, being variously.... twiddling
goes by and I begin to grow
Not in height but juice and cash flow
I pick up my feet and begin to watch TV
'Cause now I got other people working for me
Engine just too far, you can't eaves drop!
You can't sneeze!
I've got the slowest just 'em high power,
Look in the trees, hop!
Hop over my gate, I come up
with the sun in my eyes
beneath present moment skies,
squinting and wondering how I got here.
Going through the contents of my backpack,
shaking out
tryna see me ball
Hear that phone ringing
Every time they see a nigga made it
Got my ears ringing
From the bullshit right out yo playlist
Got they bitch
mentally, physically, you can rely on to me
Like the eye of the storm, it's mayhem out there, it's calm with me
I'd mortgage my soul and my time. I'd go in
Pull out that lil beeper thing they'll tell you if its ice
A fall out with my jeweler in the name of over priced
Drug dealing friends a get it to you
and get another
Way too hard to reach like a boy in a bubble
Always on a shuttle to another planet
It's crazy how my crash landed only leave you damaged
twisting it's way back in
"You're so lucky, " Mum whispers
In my ear again, following my line of sight
She gives me a look that suggests
She knows what I've
everytime
You up in my face and you get so friendly
And I'm turning my back and my ears are ringing
Cause I guarantee that my name is on the tip of your
lockjaw
They ain't got nothin' at all, then we gone
Bro', you lookin' at the gods
In sync, don't blink
I'mma make this country fall
Bro', just watch how I
they look at my ride, you see the doors fall off
And the wheels look flat, trunk so heavy in the back
Got the speakers in the front, they be sitting
Some of y'all
Ain't gonna dig this here
Thinkin I got balls
For this mix right here
And I owe it all
To my past wives tears
Cuz I've done it all
the wind and the leaves
Hush me, touch me
The burns, the holes in the sheets
I'm hoping the smoke
Hides the shame I've got on my face
Cognac and broken
hearing chants
Cut this beat open like I've got a lance
I choose to nut and she choose the stance (Yeah)
You just wanna nut, I want the romance
My girl's
the boards on the window? Bitch
That's bando
Shout-out to my nigga Bando Bo in the bando
Shout-out to my boy Takeoff he
Was cooking them chickens but he
get it while these haters just talk
(Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north
Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south
(Still breaking
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