Lyrics
Back from an outing on the Mountains
They don't spend no time soul searching
I feel cursed why I got this burden
In a pandemic I wanna go burst it
It's like round and round we go
We stuck in a cycle and no ones learning
My favourite girl wants nurturing
I'm tryna see revolvers turning
In the space of eight weeks
I dodged death twice, went broke
Who prays for the villain?
We had the drop but my bro chose peace
Instead red dots on headtops like Krillin
I see dead people from dusk til dawn
Can't scroll the TL, i'm triggered
Depression cut off my favourite women
Head's a mess why I'm always billing
Why everyone see the light in man but me
Come like I'm blinded
My broski told me I'm way too humble
I said that it's all God's timing
Bro said put them thoughts in writing
Gotta bear my soul when rhyming
Going through fire cleanses iron
Tears of this clown have the whole world smiling
Tell my bro lock and load it's time to roll
Tell my bro lock and load it's time to roll
Go tell my bro, go tell my bro
Go tell my bro, go tell my bro
Tell my bro lock and load it's time to roll
Tell my bro lock and load it's time to roll
Go tell my bro, go tell my bro
Go tell my bro, go tell my bro
Can't say this lifestyle's pretty
I just pray God's riding with me
I'm ten toes down, ten toes down
Tryna chase dreams and get lizzy
In gritty London city
Where young men ride out and bang triggys
Tell my favourite girl let's get jiggy
Toking on the dank like we hippies
Got a poker face when I roll
There's too much I can't control
So I just go with the flow
Do road & take time to kick back alone
My bro bro still down to let it fly
If I tell him that's it's do or die
This ting ain't something you leave behind
Before they tek your life by surprise
You'll be surprised how drastic it gets here
My block feels just like Albert Square
Except there ain't no camera there
So the world are not aware
It's crazy what my gangway face
Still roll round with a poker face
My baby ask me about my day
I'm not dead so I can't complain
Them man talk but don't live it
That's why when we call their bluff
They fold, civils, them man ain't wicked
Ain't seen the trenches or the mud
Can't read me I got a poker face on
Baby girl that's what fate done
Bill up my spliff and bake off, take off
Need my zoot just to wake up
Tell my bro lock and load it's time to roll
Tell my bro lock and load it's time to roll
Go tell my bro, go tell my bro
Go tell my bro, go tell my bro
Tell my bro lock and load it's time to roll
Tell my bro lock and load it's time to roll
Go tell my bro, go tell my bro
Go tell my bro, go tell my bro
Written by: Luke T, Oluwaseun Oguntona
