Lyrics:
got your
Hands in your trousers for
You ain't got a gun
I saw you get searched at the door
You can't pull the wool over Skepta
The light didn't flash
the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand, new car
In walks Bud, with his exploding nose
He'd been giving it maximum today
He shouted, how the devil
the Jack of Hearts
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown
She
the Jack of Hearts
Rosemary combed her hair and took a carriage into town
She slipped in through the side door lookin' like a queen without a crown
She
Crooked cops
This whole thing that you seeing
Was predicted by PAC
We tired of banging on these
Doors, it's time to break these locks
So the system
Can't
passage we go open a black gate (Just go through the back gate)
Huh could it be and old lady reading a bible in bed watching TV
By the back door
Into
If you've ever left me on seen
Better not show me your teeth when you see me on the scene
We're all actors, we deserve Oscar's
Because here we are
in the game
And all I'm seeing is imposters
Meeting with the angel
Meeting with the monster
Dead by the blade or dead by the chopper
Baby you belong
pay the rent.
Even though I ain't gave you none in the last year,
Baby we need a brand new car boo,
Six hundred, S-E-L, Mercedes four door V-12.
Oh
done put in work
I ain't know, I was livin' next door to Captain Kirk.
kepta smirk on his face, lookin' like drug swappin',
come to find out,
a storage cross town when lights seven mo rise
Touchin side, that Grand Theft Auto life
Rollin up in my safe house, I'm lookin down
Done it by my design
of sounding cliché
In a moment's time, you'll understand
What you gain by giving some away
Another new beginning, awaits your resolve
Push through that door
to you
It's through You
A brand new life
Brand new life
So trust in the power of the one
Who raised His son (trust Him, trust Him, trust Him)
you said
I just left the mall, copped some brand new thread
Your bitch keep callin' tell her leave me alone
Living in the moment let me turn off my
Ain't like it is in New York?
Why they forcing you to be hard?
Why ain't you a thug by choice?
Why the whole world love my voice?
Why? Try to tell 'em
Ain't like it is in New York?
Why they forcing you to be hard?
Why ain't you a thug by choice?
Why the whole world love my voice?
Why? Try to tell 'em
burned like a brand
As a black cascade of perfume
Came tumbling over his breast
And he kissed its waves in the moonlight
Oh, sweet waves in
the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
In walks Bud with his exploding nose
He'd been giving it maximum today
He shouted, how the devil,
the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
In walks Bud with his exploding nose
He'd been giving it maximum today
He shouted, how the devil,
the wreckage, crawling from the wreckage
Into a brand new car
In walks Bud with his exploding nose
He'd been giving it maximum today
He shouted, how the devil,
brand-new thighs
Yeah, rollin' that bih' like it's dice
Yeah, she know I nigga get right
Bet I get lit by the end of the night
She already geeked, see it in
cause I've been lookin' all over town
For a brand new set of wings for you, a brand new set of wings for you
Now I'm back in the house bang my head
in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Brought a brand new Michigan twenty-gauge
He
dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
He took a hundred dollars off a slaughterhouse Joe
Brought a brand new Michigan
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