Lyrics:
I was wearing last summer?
I wish I was glad for you, but I'm sorry
Did the whole thing fall off the back of a lorry?
That little blue number,
Imma split it till we live big
If I use the bed, Imma fall off cos I dream big
All I'm saying is, my king size cannot contain this
I really wish that I
fell right off my lorry
It fell right off my lorry
Did you pinch my brasso
Did you pinch my brasso
Nick my belt you asshole
Nick my belt you
from going crazy
Yeah, it's a lorry's trying to chase me
'Cause all these feelings are just fake and
There's nobody who can save me
But now I'm upset
the sealed shield from the pint bill
Deep is the pit that you fall in when you're worried
And joy takes long to arrive like a lorry
You're not worried, you're
we ain't turning it off
Went to hop in the hatch back switch it on but the pettys on E
Shorty getting way to attached now it's hoodies she wants to be
I don't like drill much
But I'll real life catch me a body (Argh)
I do tracks for a hobby
I push packs of the Bobby
Put my plaques on a lorry
Cah
it's hard to forget it.
Way back in '59, a young boy was crying, he didn't want to leave, but what could he say?
Jumped into the lorry, left there in
I don't like drill much, but I'll real life catch me a body (argh)
I do tracks for a hobby
I push packs of the Bobby
Put my plaques on a lorry
Cause I’ll take this to the top
Alright I’ll clock you off if I have too
And if you don’t listen we’ll
Take your kids
Burn your houses to the ground
I’ll
ah
Get it from me get it all
Am writing like a pen pal
Coz everything you do letters back to you
So you! you the reason you should cheer up though
heard all these different storys blud
It's too late for sorry, get found in the back of the lorry
So lowe the tool show it ain't morry
You can't hold
Skateboard P make your face fall off
Serve a bitch straight D make her face fall off (OK)
Niggas come through and make your face fall off
What
Pick it up, clean it off
Pick it up, clean it off
Pick it up, clean it off
Fall back, fall back, fall back, fall back
Ugh
Pick it up, clean it off
us we raced back to tell you, on the spot, the full nightmare of the war…
War Correspondent 1:
All down the hillside now the pounding grows in
my kids wouldn't worry
On my way to zone 4 with Some foreigns
Flipped it, off to area 1 in a Hurry
Swerving swerving and I'm Dodging em lorries
I’m never falling off, ambition is so priceless
Flow got ugly looks compare it to Chamillionaire
Uh, I show up, you dumb out
Haters got me motivated,
his habits ugly
Spent it all on heroin, cocaine, LSD, molly
Until he lost his memory when he crashed into that lorry
He dozed off on the wheel under
of the lorry
So lowe the tool show it ain't morry
You can't hold me back from glory, bud
If I was you I'd worry
I'll make you move somewhere down Surrey
on the road every fall
In the wet watching lorries take their load
And I'd get all my winnings ask for special sap in code
In August for three weeks I'm
with the drive-through
And now I laugh at your bullshit like
Don't look back and regret, still not catching my breath
And my actions reflect
of a lorry
Employees of the nail salon from the back of a lorry
Varnishing the nails of ignorant middle-class ladies with faces of fury
Some day everything's
fall the concrete grey turns pure and white
But the lorry's thunder on and the fallen blankets gone
And the chimney smokes on and on and on,
Well certain thing you don't act man
And you can't take it back
You understand me a say,
But certain things you have to look on an other thing,
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