Dead Leaves

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Slowthai

Tyron Kaymone Frampton (born 18 December 1994), better known by his stage name Slowthai (stylised in lowercase), is a British rapper. Raised in Northampton, he rose to popularity in 2019 for his gritty and rough instrumentals and raw, politically charged lyrics, especially around Brexit and Theresa May's tenure as British prime minister. Slowthai placed fourth in the BBC Sound of 2019 and followed up in the same year with his debut studio album, Nothing Great About Britain. The album was nominated for the Mercury Prize; at Slowthai's 2019 Mercury Prize ceremony performance, he held a fake severed head of British prime minister Boris Johnson on stage, prompting controversy. more »

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Cut dem off
Most dem ones, can't trust
Most dem ones wanna be someone
It's funny what they do in the club
Sharin' hugs
"We're best friends," no we're not
Move your hand from my top
I'll peck her in the joggers and I don't even jog
Just a lover
Word to my mother
You're just undercover
See you watching, quick, unfollow
Make my heart turn hollow
Won't be here tomorrow
I'm like the sun, I rise up and then gone
Back here tomorrow
Clockwork Orange
I ain't in the day of porridge
Don't make me Chuck Norris
'Cause I run my town but I'm nothin' like Boris
Tyrant for PM
'Cause I'm active AM to PM
Drop-top on the BM
BM drop top when she see him
Guilt trip, no deal, we wan' pree him
Crime scene, can't see me fleein'
Sold out shows, know I pack coliseum
Carpe diem, don't just live on the weekend
Na books you can try fit T in
Locksmith, break the lock, no key ting
Annoying how your whip got keys
Slowthai might've been the one that key'd it

Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France
Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong
Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France
Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong

But the point is man's too ready
Western Favel, JD ready
Was you born in a barn?
Close the door, it's chilly
Next door screamin' bad
They got kids, but they don't live with me
Replying ad libs a lot of badness
In an Audi, rush hour traffic
Can't flaunt mascara lashes
M.A. 'cause you know it's long
Too many lies, I don't trust no one
Done walked through fires barefoot, no top
Yeah, the heat was fire but the buck don't stop
Not a lot goin' on in North Hampton
Shawshank ting, need redemption
True say sellin' drugs, ain't got a pension
Try repent my sins, but I'm not a reverend
Not a lot goin' on in Britain
Hot cross buns and a posh female
Yeah, I love tea, got a couple brewin'
Why you commentatin' on how I do it?
Silence is loud, silence my movement
Silence dem, it's about the music
If you snakin' me, you will learn by force
Make myself snake boots and I walk my walk

Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France
Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong
Dead leaves, cut 'em off
Can't give me a chance as in Tour de France
Just bike to the stars, upgrade to a quart
You see, I felt pain, but that made me strong

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