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Bru-C - Playground
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bru-C
Bru-C
Vocals
Adrian McLeod
Adrian McLeod
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adrian McLeod
Adrian McLeod
Composer
Josh Bruce
Josh Bruce
Composer
Thomas Mackenzie Bell
Thomas Mackenzie Bell
Composer
Hugh Pescod
Hugh Pescod
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Toddla T
Toddla T
Producer
Adrian McLeod
Adrian McLeod
Producer
Clipz
Clipz
Mixing Engineer
Sam Chadburn
Sam Chadburn
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Dog-eat-dog in my town, get up or stay down Trouble soon come around, this is the playground Grinding for them pounds Hope it don't come crumbling down I been on the front line, tryna get it in Came from a place most never win This is real life ain't no editing What I been through is unsettling I'm with a few guys that are on anything Come through your block, take everything This is England, the kingdom, the world is ours Dog-eat-dog in my town, get up or stay down Trouble soon come around, this is the playground Grinding for them pounds Hope it don't come crumbling down Already told 'em that the world is ours Lookin' fucking certi' now, motive isn't earning pounds Mana gonna turn it down, got the game cornered off These man are just learning how, pussy boy you talk a lot On a real, who's talking now? New day and I'm callin' shots Galdem I ain't callin' back, mind up in a torture rack Holding all my trauma back, music is the remedy Ain't nothing you're telling me, dog-eat-dog in my town You ain't up in my pedigree, nah Dog-eat-dog in my town, get up or stay down Trouble soon come around, this is the playground Grinding for them pounds Hope it don't come crumbling down Welcome to the manor, English swagga, Vincy bandana Where mana from no glitz 'n' glamour It's a daytime TV ting, too many homes are under that hammer This cold will make your bones shatter Nobody asking me what's the matter Smile you're on camera, fuck off, wanker Two pints bag of crisps, need a lighter for my cig' Used to ride home on a BMX like Mumzy giz a quid We're the English, we're the Brits, on a Tuesday, we get pissed You didn't grow up how I grew up, so don't tell man how to live Do not say a word to me if you don't understand We can rise in unity without the upper hand The sun will pour, the rain will shine This is England, the kingdom, the world is ours Dog-eat-dog in my town, get up or stay down Trouble soon come around, this is the playground Grinding for them pounds Hope it don't come crumbling down Life moves up and down You gotta figure it out Got no time for these fake guys I don't move with no clowns Grinding for them pounds Hope it don't come crumbling down
Writer(s): Thomas Mackenzie Bell, Adrian Mcleod, Hugh Pescod, Josh Dwight Bruce Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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