Ladies

Lions don't lose sleep over the opinion of sheep

Nothing seems real 'till it lands at your feet

We all pay bills, I've got gaps in my teeth

They never gave me luck, they're just gaps in my teeth

I smile a lot, why not?

Fine girls gettin' eyed up, it's best to keep your eyes shut

Too nice to keep my eyes off

That's fresh cake, hands off

Crush grapes and bake off

I always take days off, prayin' that it pays off

Stereotype me as a waster

See myself like a Baider, never been a faker

Baby boy from the manger, east midlands popper

Pocker think I'm sellin' A-class

Went to see a doctor, he said my life was made up

What you do with no options?

Like a squirrel for an acorn, pullin' out my hair

I ain't gettin' no payrolls

Searchin' for gold at the end of the rainbow

I'm at a yellow brick road, doin' up angel

Tell her do it 'cause I said so

Invade your king

I ain't tryna get a bay raw, life a sin

Can you give the you a halo?

Can you give the boy a blight?

I'm just tryna get by, always told me lies

Now they stood outside, praying our demise

I'm an eagle flyin' through the breeze, they chat, I glide

Like steez, I'm T-sus Christ

They nice, when I'm twice as nice

Now, your girl's crookin'

Now, your mumsy nice

(Now, you girl's crookin')

(Now, your mumsy nice)

This one's for the ladies

'Cause they have our babies

And they drive us crazy

But they made us men

This one's for the ladies

'Cause they have our babies

And they drive us crazy

But they made us men

Thorn in my foot, no one helped me out

I'm no un-pure, neither good, like that's not allowed

I tried talking to God, can you help me out?

Never got a response, only asked as a child

Been unsure on trail, I'm sure that I'll walk this out

Caught this flight, deja vu, already lived this life

So the path that I'm on, yeah, this one's mine

No more sleep

No more lines

No more breachin'

No more fines

No more tack

And no more nights

In on the curfew, early nights

No more jobseekers

No more team leaders who ain't been leaders

No more swinging out fights

Everybody swinging out nice like nobody dies

But it's scumbag season

I'll come back when no comeback needed

Man, like Lil' Jo I'm squeezin'

Prolly smoke more, I'm leanin'

Eight year old's blow bags breathin'

Nowadays cognac sippin'

Back then, Scumpy sippin

Lamborgini, never walk a breeny

Got a fam like Averyx

They sell, they sell shore for flavors

I wouldn't sell myself out for a dough and acres

I want a wife that's gracious

And we can get a yard that's big in Barbados

I appreciate queens 'cause they made us

I'll prolly see what's your fragrance, tastin' like badies

Put me in a spell like seance

Shelter when it's rainy, Bob Marley, what's your preference?

(Yeah, this one's for the)

(Yeah, this one's for the)

(Yeah, this one's for the)

This one's for the ladies

'Cause they have our babies

And they drive us crazy

But they made us men

This one's for the ladies

'Cause they have our babies

Yeah, they drive us crazy

But they made us men