Dead Leaves

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