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 Tyrone 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 ready Weston Favell 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 flutter mascara lashes Admit it ´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 feelin´ Yeah, I love tea, got a cup brewin Why you commentatin´ on how I do it? Silence is loud, silence my movement Silence dem, it´s about the movement 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
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