Lyrics:
can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
when I'm asleep
Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what?
My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady
There were signs on the road that
Warned me of stop signs
It
get these racks anywhere I go
Got big batty girl on deck she watching my back
Same time I'm clocking her back
If Bonnie and Clyde was black
Bitch
If you don't know his name by now
He'll tell you what and tell you how
If you don't know his name by now
By now
Bye now
If you don't know my name by
our bridges, cut all ties
Stiff middle fingers for a last goodbyes
Would you take me now?
She said take me down where the road meets the river
My
When I'm on her
She wanna ride with a nigga now
Tell me all about her she my business now
Keep her on my side she my nigga now
Bonnie to my Clyde way we
Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm
baby hit my Phone you know im gon Slide
Imma pull up and be right by yo Side You can be my Bonnie and Imma be yo big Clyde yeah imma Be that Big Nigga
There are no monks in my band
There are no saints in this land
I'll be doin' all I can
If I die an honest man
Confusion is my middle name
Ask
before I speak, you put my mind at ease
When I had you by my side, I was truly a king
Unstoppable together, we're like Bonnie and Clyde
Damn I miss my
is my town, this is my town
Everybody knows everybody
And everybody knows me by my first name
As the world gets complicated
We just try to keep
my name mentioned
Catch them at the nightclub entrance
Always seekin' attention
But I be inside, tryna get burst
Lookin' all cool like Herc
smile and buy my time
And I don't want you fillin' funny
Just think of Bonnie Lee like a busy bee
Gettin' by by sellin' honey
She's got this picture
stray
We can make Fort Kearny by the middle of May
Did you see me at old Fort Kearny?
Did you hear my trumpets blow?
Did you write your name in stone,
It aint no way
Yall keep letting lame ass niggas
Even mention they name with the spot
It aint no way
Yeen outchea on you grind my dawg
But got dreams
why?
'cause the brothers that I knew with the rise drove by
Only nice in the days looking down the road
Seeing beautiful girls with the car load
Yeah
and the
Restaurant, but "Alice's Restaurant" is not the name of the restaurant,
That's just the name of the song
That's why I call the song "Alice's Restaurant."
With my style of expression
But in public never hear my name mentioned
Catch them at the nightclub entrance
Always seeking attention
But I be inside
Leaving my house in the middle of the night
We keep coming and going
Like we can't make up our mind
You're on the other side of town
But it's well
I am
You got my heart in your hands
If you need me boy come see
Me and we'll work it out
She wear her hair down, a part in the middle
Always been
Nine co-defendants and snitchin' wasn't
The worst case had a hard time givin' my
Name and my birth date
But nowadays niggas go to jail
And it's
the streets middle
Finger in the air
I'm a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire
Back from the dead, strap no fed
East to the west, say my name and i appear
I'm
Its a long way home
At the end of the road
I'll be pavin' my own way
To the top I'll be here to stay
So take my name
Remember this face
Keep
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