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there with you
Photographs of lost memories 
On the block with blunts and Hennessy


1st verse

I remember having ciphers on park benches
When I’m

to Grant's
I think I gotta fart
Yeah, I like that
That was a good one Skyelur
I'm stealin' that
I just fucked this bitch
I don't even know her name, huh
It's

all your bitches ah
Tell ‘em I'mma grant ‘em all they wishes in a minute ah
Not before I stroke this pussy up like I'm a villain ahh yeah

Like I'm

the devil in a church
Give a fuck about your feelings so call up all your bitches ah
Tell em I'mma grant em all they wishes in a minute ah
Not before I stroke

Steven's in the bar for a bar fight
Nick's in the bar for a bar fight
Danny's in the bar for a bar fight
Grant's in the bar for a bar fight
Scott's in

Steven's in the bar for a bar fight
Nick's in the bar for a bar fight
Danny's in the bar for a bar fight
Grant's in the bar for a bar fight
Scott's in

with them
'Cause I'm live from Small Heath
Invest in a watch, invest in a skeng
Wanna just cotch with a girl that's peng
Straps called Glen and he mix up

Told her meet me at Grant Park Coffee house
Where we can get coffee
Told her don't worry we can work it out
Girl ain't that why you called me
Well
I

people with good heath
Don’t talk about but I be about it
You grant my folks with plenty wealth
I walk the path of Esu,
Then I recite and Odu
Two mouths up

I could have it all
Twinkle twinkle shooting star
Grant my wish
Free my heart
Heal my scars
Make me art
I fear I might fall apart
Twinkle twinkle

tight when you’re all in my bag, and word I get hype like a kid in a jag, doing a buck and a half through battery park, pissing them off when I spark plus

It was the 27th of April, 1822
In Point Pleasant, Ohio
Hiram Ulysses Grant was due
After school, he entered West Point
Fought in the war with Mexico

on an image that floats

Kicking a ball on Hackney Marshes
Listening to music in Hyde Park that day
Walking the dogs across Hampstead Heath
Strange how your

You want bragging rap, I'm not good at that 
Man, I really gotta play more shows 
You want swag rap, this is Grant rap 
I really gotta play more

extra lit
Whole gang with me, extra lit
Whole gang with me, extra lit

(Out the park, out of the park)
Big hammer (out the—), hit 'em out the park

Haciendo una peli en 4k
Yo soy el puto Alan Grant
En Jurassic Park
Cuando un fantasma se me acerca
Yo ya lo vi de lejos
Le di like a su story
Y me metio en

The Green Man

The Clientele

Minotaur

2010

the Green Park arcades, and downhill to the river, sifting through glass-fronted boutiques, leaving for Metroland and the Christmas break. I listened because

I worry 'bout the things I say
When I get close to you
And I know there's a thing with us
But do you trust
Me, Heath
The guy with the dent in his car

the hell are you from? You sound like Cary Grant
I told you, Midtown
Still on my forty shit
We at the park 43rd or the 46th
Still at the park, hoodied up

Leaving Romford for, Manor Park on the 193
The bus conductor shouts, tickets please
From the top deck spot the bus stop, way ahead
Loads of Skinheads

Old Friends

Roger Miller

Roger Miller Live!

1997

Old friends
Pitching pennies in the park
Playing croquette till it's dark
Old friends mmm
Old friends
Swapping lies of life and loves
Pitching

I'll always feel the way I felt

Fight in a pub on the Heath, first kiss, first Friday in June
You asked what I tell my friends, said, "It's a glowing

a lot at stake

What I'm telling you 
Right now
Right now 
Sheep fed all this bull shit
Written into scripts
Fuck, I'm doing this music 
For my heath

Those days, they be feeling so distant
New life, now I grant my own wishes
Phil Heath, 'cause I'm always uplifting
Higher ambitions, man on a mission
Late