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Artiste : Slowthai
Titre : Thoughts
Fine line between love and hate
Don´t know why we divide ´em
Truthfully they´re just one in the same
We all got feelings, but we try and hide ´em
Couple times I´ve contemplated killin´ my folks

´Cause I got no idols, every single one is a rival
Part the seas like my name´ss Poseidon
More like Moses, free my people ´cause they been hopeless
Turn your back on me? Tyron won´t notice, he´s too focused
Only bread where the loaf is, fear of loathin´
I been ghostin´, I been posted, clocked what they´re postin´
Man, I´m sick of posin´, see what the coke did
I been to hell and back, came back on track
Couldn´t out my flame, I done told you that
Rub dirt on my name like it won´t come back
I got no one to blame, so I gotta come back
In my phone, I got bare contacts
Not many I ring, save that for one fing
Not one I owe ´cause I play my role, got a voice, so I sing

If I went pen´, be the biggest in Bing´, they´ll call me, "King"
Still roll with the same friends from the same ends
True, I got scars, but they mend
Grew up ´round wastemen, blazin´ acres
Chasin´ status, fucked up shit in my cranium
Fears of failing, but I ain´t bailing
Aunt prays for me, I can´t even say, "Amen"
See me as a stat? I agree with that
Been a statistic, caught in a system, constantly wishin´
No one will hold me back, that´s why I sold crack
Too black for the white, too white for the black
Changin´ my life, I´m tryna get plaques
Can´t have the hump like a camel´s back
Roll through on a thump with Lloyd on the back
Ends was a dump, find treasure in trash

Down in the dumps, I shouldn´t play with a pump
When I´m stayin´ at Mum´s, lump sum conundrums
Somebody gets robbed, you weren´t there when it gets on top
Not the dog in the fight, it´s the fight in the dog
Knock on wood that my family´s good
When I´m stayin´ at cat´s, slangin´ this bujj
Sleepin´ on a mattress, had a couple crops in attics
Door got buss, lost the crops, it´s a madness
All of my dosh down the drain, that´s tragic
Can´t complain, I got out, get it back in
One tracksuit on then train
New passage in my journal, man get curbed, though
One time I sold Jonny Persil
Don´t come back ´cause you´re gonna get hurt, bro, huh?

Don´t put a rat in the corner
Been down, been out but I never been surer
Check my account, wouldn´t believe I was poor once
But that´s not important
Drown in the deep end, rather find a snorkel
Stuck in my head, I´m tryna find a portal
So I daydream, feel immortal
Even though life´s been awful
Could be better if there weren´t no courtrooms
Pent up aggression, had no one to talk to
See it when I walk through, slowthai been a bruk yout´
Can´t ever get comfortable ´cause I always had nothin´, bro
And I always been fuckin´ slow so I won´t cuff a ho
This one´s for my brothers that ain´t comin´ home