クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Teks Sinatra
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Teks Sinatra
Composer
歌詞
You don't check for me unless you smell a cheque on me
And that hurts, my heart beats for you heavily
It's better now I try weave out the jealousy
Before it's too late and gotta bleed out your memory
No matter who it is, this life will take a lot of you
You just gotta get too big for it to swollow you
Just stay focused and the rest is gonna follow suit
And even with no Netflix account, she gone follow you
Cos she just want some love and affection
& she just wants hugs and erection
& She just want something to do in the evening
I'm her new pm like I dubbed the election
Peace and prayer that's the life I chose
But pussy and problems; that's just how life goes
I'm happy that you're here, you've got a quite nice soul
But no sitting on my bed with your outside clothes
Threw me to the streets, I had to find my coat
Ain't sticking to the script, these just the lines I know
I think my first 10 watches probably be some plain Janes
Cos 10 out of 10 times, there's no time I froze
You gotta keep things going when you're the star of the show
Might rap a little different, please pardon the flow
I told her that even though this shit went left, Mbadde njagala kugamba nti kwagala nyo
I've been talking smooth before I ever learnt English
How you leave me now? that means you never were in this
If you know the kid then you know the first thing is
If I don't die a legend it just deffo weren't witnessed
Times that I was sipping in the day
Think I got the habit from the women that I date
If you saw then, then you might look at me a way
Cancelled like Uber when you book it in the rain
Grew up with my cousins we got sibling dna
I would take the bus and got off right be the estate
Think about it now that ain't a place a kid should play
But we found a slope and tried to teach ourselves to skate
It's funny, life's been all down hill the more we aged
Old family habits, kinda grew into their ways
Even if the apple falls, it's always in the shade
Sometimes I miss them journeys to crib, those were the days
Somethings they'd call trauma, we don't look at it the same
Parents working different names and we just thought it was a game
When I got deported, I ain't weren't looking at her strange
I was more excited I was getting on a plane
15 postcodes by the time that I was 8
She asked me why I talk like I'm accustomed to the change
Bae your body like the city, I already know the way
She like it with her feet up still I never get a break
Darg just ignore me, I'm venting
Darg I'm just venting ignore me
You might've a couple things from bredrin
Come to me to hear the rest of the story
Written by: Teks Sinatra