Lyrics:
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
"Epidodes II" like "Attack Of The Clones"
Work 'til we break our back and you hear the crack of the bone
To get by just to get by
Just to get by, just
a sliver of it
Taking all the shots
Trying not to chop my liver up
You talk in that trash, Grouch
Get another dentist bruh
If you don't take the time
To try
the good times, all of the bad times
I dedicate this song, to my niggas laid out, til my niggas lay down
Can Ya Hear Me, I know you hear me
Now we was
Kill a song, somethin that you can't do
Like it's non perishable like canned foods
Somethin really got me in a damn mood
cnd that's how I am most
They investigating what we making
But you could never count, nigga weigh it
Pull up to yo spot and leave it vacant
That's the consequence that come
that use to fuck with
They ain't fucking with me no more
But ahh it's okay
And this song is to express how I feel about that, right
So let's get it
Now I
it, chop it and cook it
See how shit come back round for ya? (Yeah)
Gotta kick in the oven now watch it bubble
And you can knock on my door
But you
it's too late
My brother warned me about tryna' save
But you say it's too
I'll never hear that song the same
And you're the one to blame
I'll never hear
goin to Hell 'cause they wanted to sell, now was it worth it?
i know all about survival, im a ghetto man
but let me tell you where its crackin
can't go to sleep
Just take another pill, yeah, I bet you, you will
You rap about it, yeah word, kid keep it real"
I hear a applause, all this time I
Augusta, Georgia, like I am
Let me hear you play your Baritone
You got to have some soul
Right about here, now, right now
All right, all right, get it
Hold up
Lyrical Yoda
Sound a little sweeter than Codeine with the soda
Flow so cold, yet it's hotter than your mama doing yoga
I'm a ladies man, you
the man, now nigga you can
Forget about it
Hit you with this gat in my hands, then I smile and
Forget about it
You hear the shot it's too late, ain't gon'
this gwop then I’ll spread it like jelly
How to get some bet you haters can’t tell me
Pussy mothafucka you Oscar the grouch
I sit by this mic while you
a voicemail
Like "Yo Hannah, it's Les' can you call me back?
I wanna talk about the baby, you, me, Jason, all of that
I've been feeling like I need to get my
Wiley
Representing, ain't got the tee on
Today but you know it’s Boy Better know
Okay!
My name's Skepta, also known as H-A-Y
'Cause if I got P’s I'm
and the dieing..
Think about it...
[CHORUS]
When I think about the days gone by,
All the times.. You wish that you could fly away,
To clear blue skies.. Just
this is no merry snow
It's got a voice that I can hear when I'm alone
Yes I know it's true
I didn't get into
The holiday spirit recently
But now
Always hear about me but I'm never seen, Sasquatch
Always present but I'm never on the scene? Sasquatch
All you see is marks left by my feet?
gone
They could hear that old man laughing
In a voice that was loud and strong.
Now that's been fifty years ago and if you go back by there again
know it's real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know it's real
I know it hurts, but I ain't tryna hear it
'Cause when I'm not around, I'll still be
See we ain't worried 'bout (damn thing, damn thing)
Hear you talking it but you not about a (damn thing, damn thing)
So whatchu doing about it? Not
What you know about it?
What you know about it?
What you know about it?
What you know about it?
A-what you know about it?
Yo get it right
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