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In this ting I'm nobody's son Man I had no olders from young Man I had no big bros no one Nah I'm nobody's son In this ting I'm nobody's son Man I had no olders from young Man I had no big bros no one Nah I'm nobody's son In this ting I'm nobody's yute Don't tell me about truth Don't tell me about booth I'm nobody's yute In this ting I'm nobody's yute Don't tell me about truth Don't tell me about booth I'm nobody's yute Tango Lima So many sirens So many beemer Man I stay heated without the fever Man in control without the fifa Oi yo Don't follow the leader How you could tell man that I ain't deeper Come from wiley, don't know Anita Don't know losing, don't know defeater Oi yo Bredda I'm done Have I not told you I'm not the one Man I had no olders from young Never say how high Never say jump Oi yo Take big thumps and I still get back up never been slumped I'm a big man won't hold my tongue Never heard a lie that I ain't heard once so I tell them In this ting I'm nobody's son Man I had no olders from young Man I had no big bros no one Nah I'm nobody's son In this ting I'm nobody's son Man I had no olders from young Man I had no big bros no one Nah I'm nobody's son In this ting I'm nobody's yute Don't tell me about truth Don't tell me about booth I'm nobody's yute In this ting I'm nobody's yute Don't tell me about truth Don't tell me about booth I'm nobody's yute In this ting I'm nobody's learner No L plate, 18 Reg Yeah I work, but I'm not a worker You do late, I do further Oi yo AM lurker See you in the morning Nah I don't curl up I just roll out all day earner Oi yo Old man from young, cold and stun, might get spun, mic get stung, riddim get D D D D D Done See how I make this run Old man from young, mic get stun, might get spun, mic get stung, riddim get D D D D D Done See how I make this run Old man from young, mic get stun, might get spun, mic get stung, riddim get D D D D D Done Watch how I make this run Old man from young, mic get stun, might get spun, mic get stung riddim get D D D D D Done See how I make this run In this ting I'm nobody's son Man I had no olders from young Man I had no big bros no one Nah I'm nobody's son In this ting I'm nobody's son Man I had no olders from young Man I had no big bros no one Nah I'm nobody's son In this ting I'm nobody's yute Don't tell me about truth Don't tell me about booth I'm nobody's yute In this ting I'm nobody's yute Don't tell me about truth Don't tell me about booth I'm nobody's yute
Writer(s): Jenna Andrews, Jacob Oliver Manson, Jelani Daniel Sie-blackman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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