Lyrics:
still on the go
She said they said that they feel like they don’t know you no more
Far from home
I find it funny how I met you on my birthday
And your
battered by their own PDs
Claiming body cams were never on hopin we cant see these
Times like these I’ve been thinking of my nan
Raised in war times eating
Lonely like Akon
But i gotta get it don
Smile for my mum cuz she the one that put me on
Grinding on my jacks jones
Getting all this cash bulk
Yeah
a king
It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke and no one could give a thing
Except Jones the undertaker he did mighty well
He donated an old iron
a hurt that she's trying to hide
'Cos recently at home
There's been a poison in the atmosphere
Mum and Dad's marriage hangs by a thread
Like the tinsel
off
Gift given by God, so we showing off
Buzzing like a gnat, no Romanoff
Get to know us 'fore we blow like Molotov
Bang bang, gang gang, REJX, this
love shack
In the middle of no place
They were plannin'
On usin' that cash
To get away bold-faced
Now how long did they think they could stay
inside my arms
But wintertime was always ours
Now your boots are by the door
They're covered in dust instead of snow
And it's hard to find my place
When
niggas with perms and Jheri curls
Runnin' around town with the flyest girls
Ain't no place like home, nigga, that I can call my own
Smokin' dub sacks
rolled her eyes like Thomas and friends. An angel in disguise I was once warned by Brandy. Her controlling ways remind me of Mr. Grey from Fifty Shades,
I can't even think
I'm right by the sink
I need some harder shit
Been on Vince Carter shit
Nigga let's start this shit
I'm Indiana Jones and I'm
Face
Left a nigga with no face and beat the court case
Coming home from ball practice, took the street the short way
We from the East, but never gave
what the bitches like, you like the bitches, right?
But why they call you Snow? Cause I'm the Christmas type
You see that nigga's neck? Shine like some
I've just taken a sacred oath each of those patriots have taken. The oath first sworn by George Washington. But the American story depends not on any one
daughter came home one afternoon
And didn't even stop to play
And she said, "mom, I got a note here from the Harper Valley PTA"
Well, the note said,
lyrics in places
Stuffed under your mattress
Or a couch in your basement
Too embarrassed to even
Spit in a cypher rotation
Develop your strengths
Like
beautiful girl
The mornings not over
Horizons forever
Don't you go
What a fuckin' sad way to move out of your home
Ain't no family close by ain't no one
every night some days
Get on my knees and pray
Got to run it up
I don't really know no other way
Know I got a spot reserved
Yeah know my place
Seeing yo
There is a place which falsehood dreads
This place remains in you, when you are true
I sing my song for you
The Christmas flair, can be unfair
There're
debt gets paid
I used to cut grass and smile like I meant it
We squatted in the shade when the mowers overheated
Came home stinking of gas in
No time fu waste
Tella I nuh play no games
Tell dem bally no one safe
End up pa di news today
Round this place dem know
In Belize nuh play
Dem ker my
Slow nights cold nights
Kerosene heaters huddled over but that
Smoke make you choke
Like the residue of those lost souls
At the end of their rope like
(Uhhhh)
(Oh)
Time and Time again
I come back to this place
Where nobody here my cry
So that mean no one safe (no one safe)
Where I feel no one can
in the cupboard by the sink in the kitchen
Now roll it up and smoke it, let's just live the life we livin'
I wanna make you proud Jakey-boi just like
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