Lyrics:
in the Sky
Aurelie, Angie und Mary Lou
Johnny Cash kannte sogar, a Boy named Sue
Warum gibt es eigentlich keinen Song über Dich?
Obwohl dein Name
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
his knees crumpled up
But it T'wasnt I hit him t'was the johnny jump
cnd the next thing I met down in Youghal by the Sea
Was a cripple on crutches,
EJ zoomin out the ash
Came through with the cash
Most of y'all move slow
I move quick move fast
Real talk the boy dead
Or got got by the feds
They
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
The Devils got rhythm but he ain't got soul
Next he threw a party in the county jail
And he said to Mr. Cash "won't you tell me a tale?"
Johnny said no and he
fucking wit' no fucking suckers
You's a live ass snitch
Well shame on the name we might bust your shit
And throw mad game nigga and push your
me the Doc say when, say when
(When)
Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire
Everybody took shots, hit my body up
I'm tired build me up
Break me
the reason you won't be around to win with me
I don't pay attention to people trying to judge my life
Cause I know none of them could live it
They way too big
high, strung, thug nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in the fast lane, give a fuck 'bout the past
Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass, so
think they'd seen a ghost
And so in robes, the Clayton Boys
Were Scared at the Sight
The priest had come to take their lives
One by one were taken down
it playin' live
y'all tryin' to make the cut
"Here's your wad of cash, here's your Morris Day record, this is your leapord print bedspread,
thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must
that bitch nigga lose it
Man, I'm as strong as this game
Ya'll be knowin' my name
A young high strung thug
Nigga created by pain
Livin' my life in
a girl who spend a little cash for her shoes
Face natural, can I get at you?
Saw a spot on the body, look nice with a tattoo
With my name, but didn't
screwed up and chopped
(don't call me on my name)
(Gat in my bed, weed on my pillow)
Show your gold grill, make these boys chill
With the diamonds in your
hear is retreat
And I'll bet all the cash on me that we getaway clean
I'm too raw all I eat with my sushi is soy
I'm moving step by step like a wind up
to the ground with his knees crumpled up
But it T'wasnt I hit him t'was the johnny jump
And the next thing I met down in Youghal by the Sea
Was a cripple
on a date
I be making all this music, for the love and the pape’
I want 6’5 cash, got it looking like Jayce
Yea they never gon’ support, yea my name they gon’
Goddamn
That ain't God's plan
They like, "goddamn," (Damn) this ain't God's plan (Nah)
But like Johnny Blaze; this youngin' is a hot head (Uh-huh)
I
glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
It's our passion... what!?
[Run]
Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap
like
My name was Johnny
He not a problem, that lil' nigga scrawny
Oka (Hey, where's rolo?)
Yeah, yeah, okay
(This is This is a Slump Audios exclusive)
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
Johnny Jump Up
I'll tell you a story that happened to me
One day as I went down to Youghal by the sea
The sun it was bright, and the day it was war
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