Video musical
Video musical
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COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Joseph Adenuga
Autoría
Aaron Lawrence
Autoría
Deshane Cornwall
Autoría
Jahmek Power
Autoría
Producción e ingeniería
Footsie
Producción
Jake Gordon
Ingeniería de mezcla
Letra
[Verse 1]
Every day man turn up to the max
Don't know how to relax
Went to the hills, tryna kick back
Still I wanna tweet and chat
Woke up this morning, said I quit smoking
Now I just bought me a pack
'Cause every day man turn up to the max
Don't know how to relax
[Verse 2]
Pass me the weed, pass me a drink
Pass me a pill, got cold feet
And I can't sit still'
Do what I want 'cause I got no chill
Yeah, you know the deal 'causeI'm a true raver
I been on more waves than a sailor
Man I turn up all over the radar
I know about a sharp man in Jamaica
I care about nah , don't care about later (Fuck off)
But that's just the way that I live
Anyway that I go man, I'm blazing a spliff
Bounces a lot when I'm takin' a piss
Ace hotel know where it is
Turnin' down is a myth
Who me, the turn up king
There's not a place I won't turn up in
[Verse 3]
Fourteen when I started smoking bud
Ever since way back then
See that buzz? yeah man, I'm tryna get that again
I broke my turn down button so man can't press that again
Brand new track suit looking all jet black again
Said I quit smoking, but I'm in the Ace Hotel
With a jetpack again
I remember when Wiley told me to jump on mic
And I got stage fright
Never thought I could jump on right
Thought I would jump on light
Now I'm like an air hostess how I jump on the flight
Skyscanner, I'll book it on sight
Never stay in the same place for too long
You wanna find me, start lookin' online
[Verse 4]
Every day man turn up to the max
Don't know how to relax
Went to the hills, tryna kick back
Still I wanna tweet and chat
Woke up this morning, said I quit smoking
Now I just bought me a pack
'Cause every day man turn up to the max
Don't know how to relax
[Verse 5]
I go so hard, mom told me I should take it easy
Sorry mom, I am a grime star and you know
My things stay off the heazy
Please believe me, respect the turn up
Boy better know any time we turn up
It's Mac and it's bottles of Hennessy still I'm on point
Slap to our enemie
This year, I tried to turn down couple times
Fuck, who am I kidding?
Told my girl I'ma stop smokin' with a zoot in my hand
Just ready to bill it
When I'm riding the rhythm no time for the 'isms
I'm high in the sky like a pigeon
See that man there? them man are some them man there
They can see but they got no vision
[Verse 6]
When we turn up, them man can't turn up
Too much Henny in my cup
Bottle down to the halfway level, not above
Look, now man, ah man's ready for the club
Them man can't ride the wave I surf
I drink out the bottle, I'm tryna get burse
Drink out the bottle like a baby ta rass
Fifteen shots, I'm tryna get marked
Man's on a wave, Dagenham Dave
Man violate, get a punch in your face
Boy better know my ****, we set pace
Man turn up every night and day
Sometimes gotta mix the work with the play
My **** don't mix the weed and yay
My **** smoke on the loudest packs
Them man smoke farmer yardie, hey
[Verse 7]
Every day man turn up to the max
Don't know how to relax
Went to the hills, tryna kick back
Still I wanna tweet and chat
Woke up this morning, said I quit smoking
Now I just bought me a pack
Boy better know, free solo four five
Tracksuit mafia, act two boys
Baw, baw
Written by: Joseph Adenuga


