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see you at the bank"" People gotta live their life and do their thing Let me live, let me breathe, let me be me He said, ""I don't see you
the passenger
She'd rather drive, drive, drive, drive
I cannot ever stay mad at her
Man we live separate lives
I'm steady staying out late
She hate when I
(Let me 'em know, let 'em know) yo
Me nuh care where you bad from
Or the ends where you trod from
Gunshot mek you fall like the bridge over London
Air Max 95s
My countryside was stomped out by Air Max 95s
As the Essex girl found home in the city!
I left nothing back home
Cos I started with zilch
So
pricks who made my grandma redundant
I'm with some bruddas in the silver spoon function
But they wish they were from my side of London...
That's why
wrote this
Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus
And so I learned to earn my currency and over time
Affiliated, clearly click
giant screens
Full of fear and full of beans
Wonder what the news is in London
Tell me what I've always known
Live is love and love's at home
and
Feel grounded in the slightest sense (For a while)
You can't live on the borderline
If you don't go a little too far sometimes
Come down from what you
up the mandem faster
My bros say i ball like saka
Big man attacker
Keep possession like barca
That aint football thats soccer
Scrap that x3
Hate it
cold with all this, hate hate hate
I really don't know what to say, don't shoot
This bullshit is more sick, than a world threatening flue
All lives
the passenger and merked the DA's messenger
Every corner, camera, nigga I'm just tryna live
Shitty on a shitty curb, niggas kill ya front your kids
See how
creature from the tips of my spine
To the shell that's aligned
I am not depressed just borderline obsessed
How much life is to handle
Maybe I should read
PCH drives all of my life
I wanna live those Friday nights
I love when you take me by surprise
Everything that I romanticize becomes real
You're like
as pacifist 'til pupils dilate from sipping punch
Wicker
Bunsen burner yearned by vile scum
Villains
Fall from high vault ceilings
It defies all physics if
You
don't even know, how low I got,
Dug so damn low, I hit molten rock
Heart so cold that it froze and it stopped
Cuz we live by a code, don't fold, don't
who
On the outside
You would vocalize your hate for
You have to live with him you have no
Other option, you know what I mean? Like
Your
Option is you
I live my life
But not by design
I feel alive with you
I don't know why
Look in your eyes
Should of saw the signs
You show your love
But it ain't
coming back for you one day
You can see it from afar, we were riding that wave
Blinded by the lights, and it's something I crave
We didn't want
I'll beat you 'til one of my hands'll break
Bricks from the cartel
Stamped with the naked lady
Drum on the F&H'll wake ya baby
You hear the classic shit
ask that Jesus come to my life
And be my Lord and Savior
I receive Jesus to take control of my life
And that I may live for him from this day forth
A while ago
I found myself in bloody exhaust grease
London again with an all-consuming urge
To hunt for two rare things: back
Issues of NME rumored
the best kinds of pants
I hate shopping for pants it’s the
Hardest thing in the world!
I went to Tokyo, and apart from
It being really hot and humid
It
Coming from nothing could've died before eating
Jus like my mama, I'd die to provide for these children..
Top of the line she kno nobody realer
Stand on it
From Hubert Montague Crackanthorpe's Vignettes (1896):
I'm gonna drown myself in London's lost rivers
I will walk down to the rain
I have sat there
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