Lyrics:
fight
We come yah suh fi skank all night
Man fresh out doors in wallabe clarks
And the suit weh me a wear have three parts
Top class celeb we get a free
they forced me to make they
Wanted me to just be a hit song and I
Wanted to show them I was more than that
For the next three years I had to make
Moves
Settle down, buckle up
Lock and load, shut the door
Breath it in, air unclean
You'll go down, down with me
You'll go down, down with me
You'll go
Xbox 360
Listening to sad songs on my Galaxy S3
And by sad songs I mean way too much Ed Sheeran
I'm thirteen
Don't catch me playing Tomodachi Life
'Cause
To buy the cops and props and keep the law paid
But here comes the Jack of Spades
Jack, Jack, Jack
Jack, Jack, Jack
(One, two, three)
Break it down
what's the numbers to dial
Jonny T's the name and I'mma spell it out
By the end of the night, you gon yell it out
Love, I'm not full of myself
I got 3
like yours that
Left no space for a breather
Then Skepta comes around
With a flow that breaks down
More times than a P-reg Vauxhall Tigra
To book Skepta
turn it up yo
(Yo, Cudi, you wanna get in on this?)
Cudi: yeah, It's whatever, man
Asher: I think I got
Somethin' special for you, too
(You want me
Guess-V, in a special way (special way)
But everyday
{Go ahead den}
"It's no way we can rock after them" <-- Black Thought
** scratched by DJ Tracks **
Inside I know it's real
It's like a dejavu
There's no doubt that you are special, baby
So this song is sentimental, really
I don't wanna see you worry
Became dumbed down in a songs subject matter
Vanity slowly consumed the poet minds
Ego driven nonsense spouted on the mic
Boastful language
on every door closed
I thought by now I would've made it
But it's a dream of a lifetime
I think it might take a minute
For three minutes
Fifteen seconds
reason to be gum
Living by the gun down in a slum
Stake your claim blow by blow
Saw my pals go flying through the window
Li-li-lion, lion's in
reason to be gum
Living by the gun down in a slum
Stake your claim blow by blow
Saw my pals go flying through the window
Li-li-lion, lion's in
better
Set it all down in a tear-stained letter
Well my head was beating like a song by The Clash
It was writing cheques that my body couldn't cash
ain't chasing no cheese
But they make time just to gossip (Gossip)
Woah, I notice that people been acting different
When I was down bad nobody did nothing
I am free
I am free
Time flies by in photographs
And paper scraps and songs
Here I stand in ruby slippers
Three taps take me home
I'm free
a FaceTime call
Hit the door and when he opened gave him 3
Chris Paul
Before the body dropped sirens hit the scene
Came thru with 6 cars
Either these niggas
She stands over there
In the corner by the chairs
With a frown and a finger on her lips
Spitting on the dancefloor
Turning down the sound
With
cnd I will lift you, lift you up (x3)
cnd I will lift, I will lift you up
(Heavens, heavens)
Look at how far, how far I've come
From the darkness,
Headed to the door bout
To see whats happenin'
So when we in the spot, yea
You know we clown peace up, A-town down
You know where I'm from
You know where
doors
The insides of my closets the size of a store
My kick game could probably stock a store
Dress to kill my drawers like the morgue Lord
I comes
how this brawl that amounts to wars,
That you got yourself in the couch we dawgs,
Sit in developed aroused by broads,
Who in for tailwinds of fucking
toes, like fuck it, had a hard knock life as a child
Three-twenty-three in ninety-nine, got notified by the scout
Jumped off the porch, father in prison
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