Lyrics:
shivers Head above water life ain't nice Had to work to 24s just to flow like rivers Shopkeeper no how to Pattern that vibe Dior off white I been cold
Rawhide Singing on the motorway Gonna get to the post office Walk in the door look at the shopkeeper Say "hello sonny, where's your poppy?
Two Theoretical Physicists Walk into a fabric shop "Can you get us some sewing thread? And Fabric of that Space-Time stuff?" The shopkeeper, well he
past gold tho Gimme my promo I grew up on the west side of East Queens up the block from VIP Niggas played pool and did graffiti and shopkeepers keeping
[Jamie] (iy-oh, iy-oh, iy-oh) x8 Rawhide singing on the motorway gonna get to the post office walk in the door, look at the shopkeeper say "hello
true ? Dad, No, dad.. The shopkeeper got money for one kg.. What I'm telling is the truth.. Will your son tell the truth if asked like this ? Mmm..
events will ensue The shopkeeper peers through spectacles round As Benn wanders in and shuts out the town The shopkeeper wears his customary grin
passed until a shopkeeper Came forth claiming to witness the Exile To-be leaving Jairo seemingly under his own pretense With the nuisance however removed,
got a gun, you better run Momma got one, papa got one Sister got one, and brother got one Son of a gun, my daughter's got a gun Shopkeeper's got a gun
inna a sand mine a play pon me dyam mind Chorus Verse3 Everybody get fight no only just us MP disappear no know no custus pocket tender shopkeeper nah
hoor Now the Cavan shopkeeper's We've heard of before He charge you a toll For crossing the door But anything goes With a schilling to make He'd sell
looking like 04 Wenger Shopkeeper's pissed cos I shot my vid at his petrol station Cos if he's dials triple 9 I'm pissed another IC3 off the pavement Thank
no more ‘Cause I've been loving the top And now I’m cuffing the boss And now the shopkeeper's shutting the shop ‘Cause Cray’s gone (Uh) So can I add
I don't think she talk to me I don't think I want the p's I wanna live GTA That bitch go off a bean like ay Shopkeeper money coming in just sweep it
tipping from windows Resort, it's business as usual Retail, the shopkeeper's privilege Remain, the world's oldest profession Resign, blue collars feed
my best Shopkeeper's son years before, told me “Never stop for A lost soul His eyes are dreams, his tongue is sore, but his fire’ll burn you into Coal”
into orbit, now the world is split in two. Back home, in a boarded market, stained glass scattered in the room The shopkeeper swept the leaves into
a shopkeeper We'll call 'em She 'bout six foot four Now she's a wrecking-ball Back over here together She brought the bad weather with her She got me
throwing the switches For Me And That Train It was Me And That Train Like the night before Christmas I was working downtown A shopkeeper mistress
wanting their hawaiian island world the shopkeeper from Illinois came round a freshly fired gun in his hand he said he'd just shot a young poet for writing
through on a "flee" ting Your shopkeeper, he knows it's a P ting Walk in the shop on a D Double E ting Like "Yo boss it's me again, yes It's me again" show
or shopkeeper Skin thick, I throw stones, break windows Glass homes, break bones, we don't shiver Colorblind to see the light they grow Blossom like roses
of the cold nights in the trap And man slept on the floor no heater Tottenham boy I put the T in Tanita (Ice) On a first name basis with the shopkeeper (Wagwan)
the shopkeeper (Wagwan?) And he already knows what I came for cling film and a Ribena (Ayy) Big Smoke on the feature come a long way from draws in the pouch
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