Hudební video
Hudební video
Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
slowthai
Vocals
Kwes Darko
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
slowthai
Composer
Kwes Darko
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kwes Darko
Producer
Texty
[Verse 1]
Madness, from a boy, been chased by badness (Mad)
I was like rah, nah, nah
Suck your mum like your dad (Your dad)
Back in the day when I jumped cabs
I got blacklisted, couldn't get one from my gaff (From my home, hey)
But it's calm, it's cool, it's cold, it's nice
(Nice, nice, nice, nice)
When it snows, I'm ghost, 'cause I'm dressed in white (Ice)
Roll round my ends, screaming North Nights (Double N, double N)
[Verse 2]
Roll round my ends and they know slowthai
Slay
Everyone knows about Slay
When I roll in, every one goes, "I know him"
Just cause he know my name, bae
When I draw my beyblade
It's a twist on me, 'cause you turn in your grave like a Rizla
Screw your face (Slay)
Pain, get juked, complain of belly ache
No space, no caps, no one can imitate
No hoods, no hats, like who you booking mate?
Strange, situations elevate
Our breathe stinks straight, in need of Colgate
Car only get one life, no simulator
[Verse 3]
In the cold, Northants get tragic
Nights in watching Cash in the Attic
Smell the tree like cash in the attic
Hate the wet weed but I just bag it
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic
In the cold, Northants get tragic
Nights in watching Cash in the Attic
Smell the tree like cash in the attic
Hate the wet weed but I just bag it
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic
Theresa May wanna be like Branson
Making P from airplane traffic
[Verse 4]
Wouldn't throw my shadow
Me to you, man move like Sparrow
Tunnel vision and this tunnel too narrow
Want beef but I'm moving cattle
Whoa, want war, jump out the Bora
With an arrow, cross bow and a bora
I write novels like man was an author
And I pray this year is a scorcher
Whoa, pray this summer is a heater
Kick ball, school man like it's FIFA
I'm in Thailand, bun, I beef her
Wiseman with a spliff Ribena
Whoa, slow it down in slow motion
Laugh at my pain, I ain't joking
Blood from a stone, hands open
Blood on my hands for my bloods that are broken
Head too big, it's swollen
Hot in the bits like Molten
Negative life, stop moaning
Too many things I hold in
I ain't learnt till my legs start floating
Disconnect everyone I don't like, Don Perignon hype
Catch me in the club, I be selling Snow White
Impose yourself, you might get a goodbye
Pressurize me and get something in your eye
From a youth, the boy has been a savage
Rude boy deal with the matters
Different planet like I came from Namek
My life they can't understand it
From a youth, the boy has been a savage
Rudeboy deal with the matter
Different planet like I came from Namek
My life they can't understand it, no
Written by: Kwes Darko, Kwesi Darko Obiri, slowthai