Lyrics:
it out
Mommy unlocking the door, I sneak you out of the house
How crazy, feelin' like we living in a film
Scripted, directed and written by Quentin
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
but, live
Their links to older crazier traditions
– draw in from screen
Comedy, Medicine Shows
Street life – is joyously
Apparent the deep soul
down for the Bay (Hold it down for the Bay)
The land where the thizz never died cuz it lives in the face
(Lives in the face face face hey)
I said I gotta
the inside of me
See, I swore I would never forget the summers that made me
But I so adore the decor of you sat waiting in the corner by the pub door while
money, got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby, wind is full of trash
She bold as the street light, dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow,
in the trap house
Run up on a nigga wit the strap out
Twenty three hunnit for the half pound
Shoot a nigga in the face make him back down
Sc and quinby
believe I really did
I went halfway 'round the world just to figure out how to live
And a little while back in London I believe
Perhaps Trafalgar Square
So let's live for the promised land
Living in harmony
So let's live with a helping hand
Dreams of a new generation
Whoa oh oh oh oh, there is a party
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
the evil lives
Post traumatic stress, PTSD
If you from the hood then you just like me
Niggas kick in your door for a PS3
How the fuck do you expect me to be
London Tower's burning. Parliament's ablaze
Buckingham Palace has gone
Somewhere in the distance my darling she's a crying
I should be by her side
This is
and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take
a shuffling vibe
And we hittin it right
On the breakdown might see your wife and have to take down
A name and a number for the next time I hit the town
In
(Mokuba Lives Beats)
Look, look
Uncle just came from Ghana (hello)
That's a thousand grams in the suitcase
The govs thought I was on basic
Watching the tension grow
I am sailing off to London
I am accompanied by someone who always pays
I have found a wealthy husband
Who will keep me in
soft.
i'm twenty, and i'm petrified.
i'm leathered and i'm lost.
fleeing from reality
regardless of the cost.
down and out in London.
tumbler in my hand.
That's why we inside with the risers
Mainly ten's and twenty's no fivers
Two Man in the four door
That room in the back for twenty-eight pounds
Four Man in
while they're busy happy
Just to be nominated son, we give acceptance speeches
Takin the crown, front doors, breaking em down
We some BAD MOTHERFUCKERS,
of the niggas you hang with/b I in the v i/london paris bangkok dc right/then I ask these bullshit niggas what they doin for the night and I get no reply I
The London bridge is falling down
Wish I could just see it soon enough
You're living in those crowded towns
Watching from afar, away on this lonely
a hint of remorse in me
Cold to my core feels like only in war do I ever find normalcy
Like on the beaches of Normandy
Live by the sword, I'ma die when
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side of the road
No likkle man steps
No we don't act like them
Said no we don't act like them
I was raised in LE3
two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school
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