Lyrics

Don't close my eyes but Somehow I'm still in a dream (dreamin') No, they're not like us I don't wanna be on your scene (schemin') Gotta patch my life up For my own sake and the team (demon) I can be a right cunt How else can I let off steam? (Whoa, whoa) Too many things on my head and that (head and that) Go out drink, I'm deadin' that (deadin' that) Some memories I'm never gettin' back (gettin' back) Sweet one givin' me good vibes She don't even know I'm bad news (nah) Still not as bad as thеm fuck boys (no) Dressin' like Selfridgеs statues (you know) 2020 shit, I'm overprepared Them man aren't this and they know it a mare (Know it a mare) SW you know that I'm there You won't see a bud there's just crow in the air (Crow in the air) Feds boot doors, no knock down ginger Open, swipe your ting like Tinder Hopin' my new bags get bigger Jokin', you can't stop my ting, nah (Mm) All about black business Fuck with me if you can add digits I remember I was sad kissin' My teeth, but see it weren't that deep She thick and I love how my hands rest On her thighs, back, chest (yes) The best stress reliever Then back to the fuckeries when I leave her Stressin' me Oh, they stressin' me Oh, they stressin' me Oh, they stressin' me (too much on my mind) Oh, they stressin' me Oh, they stressin' me (are we gonna fine?) Oh, they stressin' me (yeah, we're gonna be fine) Oh, they stressin' me (yeah, we're gonna be fine) Don't close my eyes but Somehow I'm still in a dream (dreamin') No, they're not like us I don't wanna be on your scene (schemin') Gotta patch my life up For my own sake and the team (demon) I can be a right cunt How else can I let off steam? Don't close my eyes but Somehow I'm still in a dream (dreamin') No, they're not like us I don't wanna be on your scene (schemin') Gotta patch my life up For my own sake and the team (demon) I can be a right cunt I was lookin' like money even when was broke I just want bankroll, I need bankroll I need bankroll (Money, money, money-money-money) This that job center alumni (huh) Beef make 'em hold the like (huh) Childhood friends with drug lines (huh) Mums still raised their sons right (what) Friends dead before twenty (what) School teachers that resent me (what) Stole from Tesco on a bummy flex (what) Hope security never press me (what) Girls pregnant with the babies (yeah) Has a meetin' on a Friday (yeah) Social worker with the good heart (yeah) Hope she helps her get a nice place (uh) My career jeopardise plates on tables And we gotta eat, so it's yours when I take food (yours) People switch up, rah, I guess that's what it came to Niggas stick around just in case I breakthrough (uh) Too bad I'm a good judge of character (uh) Substract when it's not addin' up (uh) Too headstrong to go bad 'em up (uh-uh) God handles karma every single hour, truss
Writer(s): Louis Culture, Pablo Pullen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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