Lyrics:
Bro what up?
Where are you? Fuck you at?
Um sound crowed as fuck
I’m 'bout to go home, I'm
Tryna, tryna go to you, can I?
I ain't even at the house
crowded, I'm on to the next, mate
Approach the door so I'd best ring the bell - round one
Might have a dance - get around in son
Double Belles - get 'em down
Yeah, house got too crowded clothes got too tight
And I don't know just where I'm going tonight
Out where the sky's been cleared by a good hard
Grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law, I stay raw
I live by the grime scene law
I live
think that I'm happy
But I ain't no fake so I ain't finna put it past me
Pull up to my big ass house n not a single body
Thoughts are gettin over crowded
Enough to cop six, by the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps
Brick a piece
Capiche?
Everybody gettin' cream
No one considered a leech
Think
And when I saw you at my mate's place
I thought, "What is she doing
At my mate's place?"
How did Dave get a hottie like that to a party like this?
Good
didn't have to try
She brought a eye on my eye in a crowded club
I tried to stare the girl down, but she didn't budge
She moved through the crowd in
'em
Don't matter what crew, every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
And when I saw you at my mate's place
I thought, "What is she doing
At my mate's place?"
How did Dave get a hottie like that to a party like this?
Good
drinks, nothing too hardcore
So I get there, and it's a crowded room
And I can't wait to leave, but it's still too soon
The music's alright, and there's
Lads my age out here swaddling their mates kids
Juggling a day shift with squandering their wages
don't wanna see that fate squabbling for scrapings
Yo yo yo
I grew up in the 1980's
In a four bedroom house
My family, my grandma,
Three or four aunties
Uncles and brothers
In and out
Yo yo yo
I grew up in the 1980's
In a four bedroom house
My family, my grandma,
Three or four aunties
Uncles and brothers
In and out
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Like a prophet, only speak facts
By myself, where my team at?
No, don't worry bout it I had to let em go
Cause it was way too crowded there's so
Left my pistol at the house
I told my bitch
To turn the whip around
I keep it on my hip
An extra clip
This bitch is 30 rounds
Really hard to smile
the deal
I got a hundred bricks, fourteen-five a piece
Enough to cop a six buy the house on the beach
Supply the peeps with Jeeps, brick apiece, capiche?
see the world and it ain't so big at all
This time tomorrow, what will we see?
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don't know
see the world and it ain't so big at all
This time tomorrow, what will we see?
Field full of houses, endless rows of crowded streets
I don't know
I cant have the chemicals/
I need something to control/
Round and round and round we go/
At the Fun House, I can never tell what's real/
Break
it, fucked around
After all that, this is what I found
Nobody wants to be alone
If you're touched by the words in this song
Then maybe
You got
don't work and the Moon don't glow
And your demons gather to pick your bones
By the very last house on Melancholy Road
As the headlights burn down
Standing between Joy and Pain borderline
I'd like to dance and maybe make romance
But my soul mate I need her to shine
Tonight
Waiting for someone
co-operated
And they fall
Right out of the ship into the fucking sun
Made they couldn't even fucking run
We were blocked by Tara Strong after seeing it
She does
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